The rushing water slipping over my breasts was soothing, and yet strangely erotic. I could feel tiny droplets tickling the insides of my thighs as though they were wet fingers searching for my crevice.
And then the sound began a pumping, pounding sensation in the physical reality of a man moving inside my feverish cunt, providing the climax I desperately needed. I loved feeling the pain dwindle under the force of new and rising passions, transforming piece by piece of my body until all of me vibrated and glowed like a live ember, shaking me, taking me from red heat to white and then suddenly snuffing the fires in a wave of cool nothingness I I thought of nothing in my bathtub and aspired to nothing, I only lived it.
But when Thelma walked into the bathroom unexpectedly I was aware enough to look normal for her sake. "There's a man on the phone," announced the maid, "and he says he's a senator. What do you want me to tell him?"
"Bring the extension in here and plug it in for me," I said. The news thrilled me and I wanted her to be quick, to leave me and Briggsy alone while the water rushed head-on into my cunt and my body was so vital and up!
"Hell, he's probably lying," said Thelma, who didn't trust anyone, but she plugged the phone in and handed me the extension. I nodded at her to let her know I wanted to be alone. With a faint snort she went back to the kitchen, and I turned the tap on full blast before I began talking.
"Briggsy? How nice to hear your voice again," I purred.
"Donna darling, I couldn't wait to call you. But I thought I'd wait until your husband had gone to work."
"Why, did you have to say words he shouldn't hear?" I teased.
"A great many of them. What's that watery sound in the background?"
"I'm in the bath, Briggsy, quite naked," I said. "You know, ever since we bumped into each other last night I've been having such weird recollections. You really took advantage of my youth, didn't you?"
"Naked in the bath," he said, ignoring my question. "I can see you now with those lovely big breasts and your pink nipples. My mouth is watering at the picture I'm getting. You're as lovely now as you were eight years ago, Donna, and when I left that party I went right home and masturbated to your memory. Damn, you gave me some of the best times I've ever had."
"That's nice of you," I said, and I pressed the nozzle of the shower harder into my pussy so that the stream of water erupted all about my clitoris. Pieces of the past swam in a livid profusion before my mind's eye, his big-veined cock throbbing right before my face, his big, heavy balls, the desire in his eyes, the taste of his hard flesh between my lips, secret moments snatched from the office routine, and the time I sucked him off under his desk while he conferred with his aides (who had no idea there was a woman present).
"What do you say we get together?" he went on. My mind took a tumble at that. Just to have him heaving on top of me again, his big cock dipping deep into my syrupy pussy, feeling his hairy chest scratch at my tits, his moustache tickling my lips and bearing the fumes of my cunt juices still, oh God, I'd give anything for that! Desperately my mind tried to reconstruct the reasons I'd had for leaving him all those years ago. Had I gone crazy? Or had there been valid reasons for splitting? I tried so hard to think but each time I pieced a couple of notions together, a jet of sensuality blew it all apart and left me reeling in memories that only served to stir up my loins. The nozzle was simulating the actions of a cock, pushing in and pulling out, hosing my insides, my asshole, and my clit all in their turn. I twisted around in the bath and tried not to scream out my assent.
"Give me a few hours to think it over, Briggsy," I pleaded, almost at the end of my tether.
"What's to think about?" he asked.
"Don't ask me. Just let me call you back later. You know I want to see you again but I have to think first!" At that I dropped the receiver into its cradle and masturbated at full-pelt until the worst of my attack of frustration had worn off. This had to stop! I got out of the bath feeling like a frazzle, and when I turned around to get a towel there was Thelma, smirking at me from the doorway
"Y'all finished with the phone?" she asked, giving the last word a lilt of innocence.
"Yes. You weren't listening on the extension, were you?" I asked. Thelma didn't even bother to answer me. She unplugged the phone and stood with it in her hand, watching me as I dried myself. Her eyes were on my pubic bush and I felt myself flush all over under her unflinching gaze. "What's the matter!" I snapped finally.
"What? Oh, I was just thinking how lucky white folks are not to have to straighten their goddamn hair all the time," she said.
"There's nothing wrong with curly hair," I replied.
"Curly like yours, sure, but not corkscrews like mine." She was still looking at my snatch and I found it hard to believe that she was only looking at the hair.
"Well, I'm sure your hair looks an awful lot better than that wig." I was getting desperate. There was no way to tell her not to look at my cunt and yet I wanted her to avert her gaze, think of something else, anything to get my pussy out of the limelight. Only half an hour earlier I had almost poked it up into her face but now that she was looking I felt that old fear rise in me again.
"You think so?" With one hand she took off her nylon wig and revealed her hair, bunchy, combed right back and sticking up in awkward places once her wig was off. But she did look better. Now her face was in full relief, the high cheekbones jutted out and the skin looked all the tauter, her nose looked finer, her eyes turned out to be bigger and more sexy than I had thought, and her full lips contrasted sensually with the flat planes of her cheeks. Her neck looked longer, too, and her shoulders seemed broader, all because that stupid catchers mitt was out of the way. "Well?"
"Wow, does it ever!" I said, breathless in spite of myself. "If I were you I'd toss that wig into the garbage. You look ten times better!"
"Yeah, right," she said, but she looked pleased through her wryness. She turned on her heel and left me alone again. I went into the bedroom and lay down to catch my breath. The morning had taken off at such a pace! It was as though I was being carried on the crest of a tidal wave. My hands snuggled in between the tops of my thighs and my muscles went tense all of a sudden as a flash of lust tore through my loins. It had been a long time since a man had made love to me definitively. Of course it was my own fault. I had married Ted knowing that he was basically a provider of material benefits. Anything more complex was beyond him. A full sex life to him was a monthly blow job. Yes, I had known that beforehand ... and it had been one of the major reasons for accepting his offer to marry him. At that time I'd had it with, sex, everywhere I turned I found myself being assaulted by it, overwhelmed by it, and super-saturated. But now, after all those years of marriage, I could only look back on that period with the deepest nostalgia.
I turned over on my side into the fetal position and lay there with my hands hard against my pussy, feeling myself throb with desire. In my mind I saw Briggsy's big dick sticking up and out at me, and I opened my lips a little just as I had done then so they fitted over the tip of his knob. I had sucked him like a guppy in those days, just to get him started, nibbling with my lips, and the deep groans of pleasure were my reward. The senator took more than he gave as a rule, but when he gave it was with a passion. I had to stop thinking about him, at least in that way. It would only bias my case. For all that, my mind drifted back in time, back, back, right back to the very beginning....
At the age of sixteen I was considered a very popular girl in high school. The big shots among the student population were eager to date me and I accepted their fumbling propositions as my due. Actually none of the boys interested me greatly. Next to my uncle they were such dunderheads. Where Arnie was smooth, they were rough, where he could make me feel good they made me feel unappreciated, and besides that Arnie was much better looking than all of the boys put together. He was tall and tanned, he was a commercial pilot, and when he visited us wearing his uniform I used to come close to passing out!
He was staying with us for a few weeks one time when it happened. I had no idea that he had anything like that in mind, and I didn't know what to hope for. All I knew was that I had a date with the boy most likely to succeed and that I didn't want to go. Rather than go to the dance with him, I wanted to stay home with my parents and my favorite uncle, even though that meant doing nothing more exciting than watching TV. But I dressed, and I sprayed my hair and applied lipstick, and waited for my date resignedly. Arnie told me I looked beautiful and I almost cried at the injustice of life.
The boy's name was Harold, a big, broad-shouldered guy with a white-blond crew-cut and untroubled blue eyes. When he came in to pick me up he stood next to my uncle, and the difference was like night and day. My uncle looked worldly, shrewd, sensual and infinitely wise. Harold just looked like a big cheeseburger. On the way to the dance he toiled to make conversation and laboriously put a few bon mots together in an effort to slay me. I acted like a real bitch but he was too bland to notice. That whole evening seemed to be part of a conspiracy to get me out of my home town and into the mainstream of life. Dull couples danced dull dances. I looked at my contemporaries and they seemed middle-aged already. The people who were going steady would be married, the man would work until he died and the woman would live on the proceeds, and neither of them would notice the difference. I didn't know much about the outside world except what I had read in magazines. Out there exciting rumblings were rolling over the country, people were changing life styles, experimenting, breaking molds, and they weren't spraying their hair!
It was all so remote! Harold and I danced to the music emitted by a washed-up rock & roll band, and when that became intolerable I asked him to take me outside for some fresh air. I was gasping for breath, as though the stifling of my spirit had spread to the physical level. But Harold thought I was giving; him the big come-on. He took me into the parking lot and when I leaned back against a car he leaned into me. I was shocked! His hard, masculine body pressed against mine so firmly that I could make out every detail of his person. His breath smelled of some sticky mouthwash and after-shave lotion mixed uneasily with hair cream, he revolted me ... and yet he touched off something in me that took me by storm!
It was his strength that first got to me. The moment I stood with my back against the car and allowed him to embrace me, he had me trapped, and my life was actually in his hands. He could tear off my dress, my bra, my panties, he could maul my most private parts, and there would be nothing I could do about it except scream and scratch. The law would come down on him but by that time the deed would have been done. A cold stream of fear trickled through my veins, mixing with blood that had suddenly come to the boil. He was so strong! His loins were against mine and his powerful weapon humped into me with slow, deliberate jerks, his big hands held my upper arms and were very near to my breasts, his lips crushed into mine and his tongue demanded entry. I was revolted, frightened, and intensely excited. Harold might have the strength, but I had the power. He wanted me, every fibre in his body stood erect just for me, and I could either give him what he wanted or withhold it. That big cock pulsing in his pants was his tribute to my looks and shape, his heavy breathing and those hands holding back from grabbing my tits, they too signified that the balance of power was tilted my way. And in spite of my mounting curiosity I decided to keep it that way.
"No, Harold, don't!" I gasped, as if it were costing me an effort to reject him. "It's not right, not here!"
"Let's go park then," he said, his face as eager as a puppy's.
"No, I feel really weird. Take me home, please?"
"Aw hell!" He didn't want to do it but he was too well-mannered to refuse me. I got into the car and sat right near the passenger door. Harold's gentlemanliness disappointed me deep down but now that he had made his decision he was stuck with it. The car nosed its way out of the parking lot and toward home. Harold drove slowly and without concentration. He kept turning to me as if to tell me something, then he would change his mind and keep silent. It wasn't until we were on my block that he turned into a man of action. I expected him to slow down but he stepped on the gas instead.
"Where are you going!" I cried.
"Donna, you got to do me a favor," he said in an agonized voice. "I won't ever ask you to do this for me again but hell, it's dangerous for a guy to get too excited and then have his girl give him nothing. Something happens to your testicles, they swell up and turn blue and very sore. So you got to help me out."
"What do you want me to do?" AH this was news to me but it certainly sounded dreadful.
"Give me a hand job." He stopped the car by the side of the road, turned the ignition off, and turned to face me, all in one motion.
"What do you mean?"
"Will you do it?" He was insistent and tense, beads of sweat pearled down from his brow, and I became worried that he might do something rash if I didn't do whatever it was he wanted from me. So I nodded and his face lit up at once. "Oh, thanks, that's terrific! I'll show you how to do it, it's easy once you get the knack." He fumbled with his zipper and I began to get an inkling of what a hand job entailed. I was far from sure that I wanted to do it for him suddenly. His cock had felt so big and hard, and Harold was so desperate, that he might turn the tables on me. But it was too late to change my mind. That big hard thing reared up out of his pants and a nearby streetlamp shone its yellow light right on it. I leaned a little closer to see exactly what his dick looked like but he couldn't wait for my inspection to be over. His hands came over to the back of my head and he took advantage of my curiosity by pushing my face down toward his dick. The flushed, helmet-shaped knob approached me like a fist about to knock me out and I hastily drew back. "I'm sorry," I heard "Harold say, "try it this way."
Now he took my hand and brought it over to the stalk of his big dick. I shivered as my flesh touched his most private part and my muscles went taut. Surprisingly it felt very nice! His skin was silky soft and very warm, and when my fingers closed around it his hardness took on a squeezable quality that thrilled me right to the marrow. Harold adjusted my grin so as to get my fist to close around his cock at medium pressure, and low enough to put the edge of his foreskin in between my fist and his glans. And when that part of it was set he took my wrist and moved my arm up and down slowly to make my hand rise and fall around his cock and to get the foreskin to brush up and down the knob.
"Aaaaaahhh, yeah, that's good, just keep doing it that way," he said, settling back into the seat. "And if you want to do anything else, like kiss it or take it into your mouth, why, you just go right ahead."
"Why would I want to do that?" I asked, pulling a face. He ignored me and I kept beating him off at a steady pace, nice and easy, just as he liked it. Harold grew restless, his hips kept shifting from side to side and up and down, and he produced strange little sounds at the back of his throat. I couldn't imagine what he was feeling but it pleased me to be causing him to act this way. I placed my free arm over the back of the seat and watched his knob appear and disappear under the sliding flute of skin. What was he getting out of this? and how long would I have to keep this up for?
"Yeah, a bit faster now," he panted. "Oh Jesus that's nice! Faster, that's the way!" I did as he told me and watched him squirm and huff under my ministrations. This was fun! It was as though he were a puppet and I was pulling his string. I went faster still and he responded all the more. Was there any limit to what I could make him do? My hand became a blur and the awning of his knob brushed against my hand now, chafingly abrasive in a silken way, and now Harold's sweat dripped down on my hand. "Yes, yes, aaaaaaahhhhhhh-SSSSSSSSSSssssssss!!" His whole body went rigid and a burst of white fluid blew out of the top of his cock, thick drops of it that arched through the air and landed on his good pants. I stopped jerking him off in amazement but he hissed at me to keep going. More of it bubbled out, flying a little way before joining the growing pool on his clothes. I couldn't get over the process. A whey smell reached my nostrils and some of it dribbled down on my hand. It was surprisingly cool and creamy. I pumped at his dick to milk all of it out of his body and at last he told me to stop.
"Thanks a lot," he said. I thought he was being grateful but no, he was looking down at his pants and frowning at the mess I had made there. "Now how the hell am I going to explain this to my Mom!"
"That's your problem," I snapped. The subtle, mild euphoria that had suffused me during the hand job now popped like a soap bubble and I felt angry at his reproach.
"Goddamn it," he said petulantly, "well, I guess I'd better get on home and clean this shit out. Do me a favor, Donna, walk back to your place will you? I've got to hurry."
It wasn't until I stood outside and watched his tail-lights recede that I realized that the balance of power had tipped his way so steeply that it had tipped me off altogether. I walked home slowly and tried to gather my thoughts. Despicable as Harold's behavior had been, I wasn't unhappy about it. The hand that had blown his stack still tingled with echoes of pleasure, and the memory of his sperm shooting up into the air made me shiver deep down and very intensely. It felt moist between my legs and I noticed that my nipples were hard and touchy. Oh, if only he'd come back to me now! I'd be much more agreeable!
Of course Harold didn't come back. I got home around midnight, tired from walking and thinking, and all I wanted to do was take a cool shower and go to bed. Still lost in my thoughts I wandered into the bathroom and closed the door behind me-only to find someone else in there with me! "Uncle!" I said. "I'm very sorry, I just didn't look!"
He stood over the toilet and both his hands were in front of him at the level of his cock. He looked around at me unsmilingly and his hands shook his cock, flushed the toilet, and fell by his side as he slowly turned to face me. "Hello, Donna," he said quietly. My eyes tried to stay away from his belly but something lured my glance downward, and there it was, my uncle's prick, a big, long, heavy cock that dangled out the fly of his pajama pants for all the world to see. A minute passed by. I was rooted to the spot, enthralled by his exposed cock, and I didn't know what else to do anyway. Arnie reached down unexpectedly and flipped his dick back into his pajamas. He walked past me and left the bathroom. When the door closed behind him I let out a deep sigh and just sagged down to the floor in complete exhaustion.
The cold shower perked me up a bit. Those feverish pockets of passion were distributed more evenly throughout my body, and by the end of the shower I felt almost back to normal. I made it back to my room and, without turning on the lights, I dropped my clothes on a chair and flung myself onto the bed naked. The sheets felt cool and fresh, the night's breeze flowed over my body calmingly, and bit by bit I slipped into a deep trough of sleep. I loved that feeling of sinking away into sleep, drowsily surrendering every part of myself to Morpheus the way Yd seen women give in to Dracula. Troubles faded out of the picture, peace took their place, and everything else moved into the realm of the utterly possible. In my dreams I could overcome the world! But right near the nadir something bothered me, a tiny sound that wasn't in order, and then another, not much but enough to make me begin to ascent to the surface. The bed took the weight of someone and I knew I was in danger. I tried to reach the surface more quickly, desperate as if for air, but the harder I tried' the slower my progress became! "Oh no!" I heard myself cry out, and a second later a hand clamped over my mouth.
"Ssssshhhhh!" someone whispered. Another hand removed the sheet that covered my nakedness and my vulnerability was complete. I began to shiver even though I was still far from knowing what was going on. The hand moved over to my breasts and caressed them ever so lightly. "It's me, Arnie," the voice whispered. "Just lie perfectly still, keep your eyes closed, and don't make a sound!"
Arnie? But what did he want with me? I was confused and afraid but I did as he told me to do. His hands roamed freely over my body, waking me up, arousing me, and bit by bit I managed to piece the whole situation together. The burning image of his thick, flaccid cock lit up before my mind's eye and that completed the process. Arnie wanted to touch me? He could do anything he wanted with mel I felt I ought to tell him but he had said to be quiet, so I lay there with my eyes shut and my body wholly accessible to his caresses.
"Do you like it, baby?" he asked, whispering the words into my ear. I nodded and he kissed me quickly on the mouth. His hands squeezed my breasts, slowly, rhythmically, kneading them until they tingled hotly and sent erotic messages down into my loins. My nipples were hard and over-sensitive and I was worried about my pussy being too wet when he touched it. Would he think I was too bold? "You're beautiful," he told me, "and you're getting more beautiful every day. I couldn't hold back any longer. I've spent entire nights thinking about you, getting hard and frustrated, straining to imagine you naked and how you would feel and taste! Don't be angry with me and don't tell your parents. This is important to me!"
"It's okay," I assured him. He brought his lips to my nipples, one after the other, and kissed and tugged at them till my head was spinning. At the same time he rested his body along my legs and pressed his hard cock into the flesh of my thigh as if he wanted to leave a permanent impression there. He still had on his pajamas and I was dying for him to take them off. I had known him for so long and I loved him so much that I wasn't scared of his nakedness. I wanted to explore, see for myself what the opposite sex had to offer me, and my uncle could show it all to me. As if he had read my thoughts he interrupted his lovemaking and quickly slipped out of the pajamas. Only the street light filtered through into my bedroom but I saw his cock clearly silhouetted against the lace curtains, big and hard and upright, pulsing with power. I wanted to remain passive for him but I couldn't help myself. My hands reached out for that big thing and grabbed hold of it enthusiastically.
"Well all right," he breathed, and he moved up close, straddling my torso, so I could play with it to my heart's content. "Go ahead baby, take a little taste!" I knew I should resist but it was impossible. Images of cocks had filled my brain and now my other senses wanted to know more about this lump of manhood that had been kept from me for so long. I sniffed at it first suspiciously perhaps, but it only gave off a very faint odor of manliness and cotton. The tip of my tongue flicked out shyly and touched the smooth flesh of the upper part of his dick. It was hard and yet it yielded to pressure, much like smooth rubber. I had to do that again, just a taste, and another, and another, and before long my tongue had wetted his dick down from top to bottom, reveling in his hardness, his silky skin, and those bulging veins filled with blood that boiled just for me. "Take it right in your mouth," my uncle suggested. I looked at it and sized it up warily. It seemed much too big but I opened up wide and let his knob slip in between my lips. This was even better than licking it Inch by inch his manhood disappeared into my face, choking me and blocking my breathing, and if I hadn't been so elated I might have gagged. As it was kept on swallowing more, and when I had half of his dick down my throat I moved my head back and forth according to his instructions, with my lips tightly pursed about his shaft.
I could still feel the soft texture of my uncle's dick, even eight years later. He supported my head with both his hands and I had wrapped my arms about his back so his dick could stand up and dig right into my mouth. I recalled the thrill of hearing him breathe heavily, torturedly, of feeling his sweat drop on my body and hearing his gasped compliments. And I stretched out along my bed, the covers thrown back, my legs as far apart as they could go, both my hands tugging and grabbing at my crotch as my body shuddered toward an explosive climax. The moment of ecstasy came when my uncle had been unable to hold back. He had warned me that he was going to come but I didn't connect that with the white fluid that had burst out of Harold's cock. Only when he actually shot his wad did one and one add up to two.
What a moment that had been! I dug my fingers into my snatch and jerked off brutally, rolling from side to side to get a better grip on myself, stirring my cunt up and making the fluids inside squelch and slosh, breathing frantically while my mind did its utmost to conjure up that one beautiful moment when his hot sperm had hit the roof of my mouth and the first heavy drops had rolled down my throat. I could taste the faint saltiness, yes I could, and I heard my uncle grunt, felt his hands tighten behind my head, pulling me toward his dick while more of it pushed down my mouth. I began to choke and splutter just as I had then and for a moment I felt that thick syrup of sperm wash down my gullet again, an endless stream fed by more eruptions of nectar. I rolled over on my belly and scrambled to get my knees up under myself, sticking two, three fingers into my cunt from behind and rubbing my clitoris with the other hand from below, grunting, sweating, completely out of my mind with bygone lust. There it came, I could feel it rising, gathering momentum, a hot ball of passion rolling through my body and leaving calmness in its wake. "OOOOHHHH!" I cried, grimacing and shaking my head, "YESSSSSS, AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! I"
It was done. I fell back and just lay there, breathing deeply and sweating out the fever that had possessed me. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs but I didn't have the energy to cover up. Aware of my stiff nipples and the pussy hair matted down by my juices, I lay there and let whoever it was come in. "Are you okay, honey?" asked Thelma, eyeing me with concern. "I thought you were in trouble by the wav you were carrying on."
"I'm all right now, thanks," I said. The black woman nodded and left me again, shaking her head as if she thought I were crazy.
CHAPTER TWO
I got off the bed and walked over to the window to let my gaze travel down the quiet street. Bushes and trees -lined the garden plots and sidewalks, flower beds relieved the even green of immaculate lawns, and long, gleaming station wagons stood in every driveway of every double garage. The Rivieras, the Lincolns, the Jaguars were all in parking stations in the city waiting for their owners to finish their important jobs so they could carry them back to the soft bosom of the suburbs. And we wives waited behind the drapes and curtains, bored, horny, but unwilling to commit ourselves to a more turbulent way of life. At least, that was their problem. I'd been there and I had made a fair choice. The turbulent life ... yes, Uncle Arnie had given me the push into that direction and I would always love him for that. It seemed hot, stuffy in my room so I turned the air conditioner up a notch and lay down naked on the moist sheets. There were moments, though, when I wondered if I had made the right choice. The past seemed so much fun when I looked back on it. I closed my eyes and let my hands come to rest between my legs. The tender flesh of my pussy was slightly sensitive from the rubbing I'd given it earlier, so I rubbed a little baby oil on the inner lips and spread it thoughtfully. That picnic all those years ago, a family reunion on the grand scale. Uncle Arnie was there. And, in his capacity as the boyfriend of one of my cousins, so was Ted.
Even then I sort of admired Ted, There wasn't a straighter man in town. My cousin used to tell me what a gentleman Ted was and that, in those days, was considered a virtue! I grinned to myself as I thought of the man who would later become my husband. Ted was going to be a middling success, we all knew that. He understood money better than people and my cousin didn't understand either so she clung to him with all her might.
But it had been Uncle Arnie who had intrigued me. He looked so handsome and suave at the picnic in his white pants and that open-necked shirt that showed the dark curly hair on his chest. I kept hanging around him and he kept winking at me as if to remind me that we shared a secret. I needed no reminders! Each time I saw him my mouth began to water and I hoped he would make me suck him again. Oh, if only I had know then what I know now!
It was a hot day when we arrived by the side of the lake. A large clearing set with picnic tables and barbecue pits was the traditional meeting place for the family's annual gathering. All the lads had been looking forward to this so much that they hadn't been able to sleep. I felt too old for this sort of thing. Eating potatoes in their jackets and trying to handle burning steaks on paper plates was not my idea of fun. "Donna, come slap rope with us!"
"Donna, come help with the weenies!" Yes, sure I would. In a pig's eye!
I wandered off toward the woods to get some peace and quiet until hunger forced me to join the party. In the whole gathering there wasn't one person who interested me ... except Uncle Arnie. But all the women were clustered about him. He was the handsomest man at the picnic, the wittiest, the most charming and worldly-and also the poorest. But that's what the ladies liked, I told myself bitterly, a free spirit, a phantom lover just like in those cheap novels my mother liked to read. Well, let them fawn over him. They could have him. I didn't need anyone!
I sat in the woods and gazed up at the sky, and I tried to think on a lofty poetic level, but all that came to me was the remembrance of Arnie's cock sliding in between my lips and coming ever so deliciously down my throat. I couldn't get over the fact that a man like him could be interested enough in me to actually come! It made me shiver to think of the power my body had over men-because if Arnie was affected, think what people like Ted would get from it! Ted with his World War I hairdo and his baggy chinos, hushpuppies and white socks, and a starched white shirt with short sleeves and a thin tie. God, I was willing to bet he'd go crazy over me!
That made me tingle all over, especially when I speculated more about it. What if I were to back him into a deserted corner and open my blouse to him? My breasts were big and firm and white, and the nipples were as pink as it said in my mother's novels that nipples ought to be. I could just see Ted's face going from sallow to scarlet. Or what if I were to sit opposite him in the bus and cross my legs and let him see I had on no panties? I started laughing to myself at that idea. No, Ted wouldn't survive that one. Men were peculiar creatures and Ted was more peculiar than most men.
"What's funny?" I jumped up with a start and looked around to find Uncle Arnie standing right behind me. "You want to share that joke with me or is it too private?"
"Much too private," I giggled, pressing my hand over my mouth. I sat down again and Uncle sat beside me. "What's the matter, is it too boring out there for you?"
"Oh, it's not that," he sighed. He fished around in his shirt pocket for cigarettes and matches. "When the men start laying raw steaks out on the racks I like to make myself scarce. I don't like this cooking-in-the-open bit. If God had wanted us to rough it he wouldn't have invented electric stoves."
"True," I said. He gave me a lighted cigarette and I puffed on it without inhaling.
"Thanks for keeping our secret," he said suddenly. I looked over and found him staring at me with an intense expression in his eyes. "That shows you're a real woman now, no longer just a silly girl." He made me feel warm all over. His body pressed against mine and I had a great urge to lean into him and rest my head on his broad shoulder. I liked the way he smelled and carried himself, such a capable man, a man I could trust!
"I'm glad it happened," I said softly, and my heart beat faster at this boldness. My uncle sat closer and placed his arm about my shoulders. "But should that sort of thing be done between uncles and nieces?" I asked.
"All the time when it involves a nice niece like you," he said. "I wanted to do that with you so long, that and more. You're a beautiful woman Donna, beautiful and very sexy. Yd like to go further with you, I'd like to make love to you very slowly and very softly. Would you like that?"
"Oh Uncle Arnie!" I shivered. "Don't say things like that to me because I know that's wrong. We're family!"
"All the more reason," he said and for some reason I believed him. I didn't move away when he reached for me with his other arm, nor when his hand came to rest on one of my breasts. It felt strange there, not unpleasant but decidedly strange. All sorts of bells went off and I heard my mother say: "Don't let anyone touch you up here or down there, that's wrong and bad! And if a boy does that to you, you'll get pregnant!" I sometimes wondered where she got her information. All the girls in my class knew exactly how women fell pregnant and it wasn't done manually.
"You're a woman all over," whispered my uncle, caressing my breasts through my blouse and bra. "Such beautiful breasts! I'll bet they're firm too, right? Let me see. Let me touch your naked flesh." His fingers undid the buttons on my blouse and I looked on rather lamely, all the time wondering if I shouldn't stop him. Anyone could be wandering through the woods, and if he were caught doing that to me he'd be in trouble for sure. Still, Arnie was older and wiser than me, he should know what to do and when. For some reason I thought of Ted straying to our section and catching me nude and in my uncle's arms. Oh no, that would be too much! I started to chuckle again and Arnie showed a flash of irritation when he asked me what the trouble was.
"I was just thinking what might happen if someone catches us at it right here," I said, straining to keep the smile off my face.
"Don't worry about it," he said curtly. My blouse came off and when I turned to let him pull it down over my arms he kept me there and fiddled with the catches of my bra. When that stiff garment fell off me I felt a surge of freedom. Here F was, semi-nude among the trees, my tits sticking out for-all the world to see and my uncle grabbing at them and kneading them as if he had never touched tits before! I saw his fingers press deep into my fleshy mounds and listened to his breath rasp behind me. "Beautiful!" he groaned. "Mmmmmm-M! So firm and young! Let me kiss them." He let me fall back into his arms and bent over me to run his lips along my breasts, leaving fiery trails in their wake. I snuggled up to him and offered my body up to him like a sacrificial virgin. The pleasure he gave me was as much psychological as physical. Just knowing that I had been chosen by him out of all the women at the picnic and in the town, was enough to make me come near to climaxing.
He looked so happy when he sucked my tits that I let him go on and on, even when the initial thrill had disappeared. There was so much else that I wanted him to do to me. My pussy sat like a hot sponge in my panties and waited for its turn impatiently. He pulled me upward and kissed me squarely on the mouth. This was something I knew how to do; or so I thought, until he pushed his tongue in between my lips! I gasped with surprise and pleasure when that stiff, wet tongue dipped in and out of my mouth the way his cock had done not long ago. It stirred up so many memories that I lost control of my body for a moment and it began to shake and pulsate violently.
"Sssssshhhh, baby, take it easy," he said soothingly. His hand ran over my fleshy mounds and he kissed me all over my face. "Just relax and let your uncle take care of everything. That's what I'm here for. Think about what I'm doing to you, concentrate on it." His hand ran down my belly and right to the waistband of my jeans. I shivered again and clung to him with all my strength. He undid the jeans and now his fingers slipped down in between the garment and my skin, pushing further down to where my pussy waited for him. Under me something throbbed and expanded. I wanted to take hold of his cock and feel it all over but for the time being I wanted to experience his lovemaking to the full so I would always be able to remember it the way it happened.
My zipper gave way to his probing hand and suddenly his fingers closed around my cunt, grabbing and squeezing it like it were a rubber ball. I couldn't take the restrictions any longer! While he groped around down there I wriggled out of my shoes and jeans, and at last I was naked under the blue sky. I stretched out luxuriously and reached back to embrace him around his neck so I could lift up and kiss him. Arnie reached for my pussy with both hands, one keeping my legs apart, the other stroking it so gently that I could hardly feel it. Ever-so-lightly his fingers brushed past the sensitive flesh, they tugged at my pubic hair and they pried in between my blood-swollen labia. This was better than anything I had ever dreamed of!
How carefully he seduced me! By the time he was done fingering me and touching me and stroking me I was so hot that every fibre in my body seemed to be glowing. "Oooohhh Uncle!" I groaned, twisting around to press my body against his. "You make me feel so good! But I want to do something for you so you'll feel just as nice."
"Just let me have my way," he said softly, and his hands grabbed hold of my buns and held them tightly, his body shifted down along the grass, and he ended up with his face between my legs. Now I was completely in a spin! What on earth could he be thinking of? But oh! it felt good. That tongue dipped and slipped and ran all around my pussy and before I knew it I was crying out loud. My voice bounced back to me from the surrounding trees and at first I thought there was someone in trouble near us. But then I recognized my voice and I knew it was the agony of the ecstasy that women spoke of in Mother's novels. It was real! With a great deal of gratitude I pushed my pussy harder into my uncle's mouth and let him suck it to his heart's content. I couldn't imagine him getting much out of it and so I figured I'd make the best of it while he continued to indulge me.
"Now, baby," he said suddenly. "The time has come. He laid me out in the lush grass and I found myself staring up at him. His body came between me and the sun, a menacing form threatening me, and for that moment my thighs slammed shut. He just grinned and pulled them apart, then set his knees down between them to keep it that way. His cock didn't look as big as it had the other night, but then it was a lot further from my face. He hunched over so that it pointed right at my pussy, and those crazy, chilling tremors ran through me in bunches. He was too big for me, he would hurt me dreadfully, and I wanted him inside me!
I'm ready, Arnie," I said softly. My arms opened up and he lay down on top of me so that my tits squashed against his chest. I stared up at the blue sky and the waving, green crowns of the tall trees all around us, and absently I felt the knob of his cock bash into my pussy in search of my hole. I couldn't face it, not fully. From a virgin to a tramp, that was a big transition. So I thought about the sky and the trees, and I thought of my parents cooking up tons of steak and potatoes with the family, all of them engaged in innocent fun while their daughter or cousin or whatever, was getting pierced by the biggest, most popular prick in town!
We were wrapped in each other's arms and we were breathing heavily together. His cock snaked into me, prying the muscles and nervous barriers apart, jabbing back and forth to spread my juice, and edging in bit by bit until the rim of his glans got past the entrance and lodged deep inside me. I arched my back and bit into Arnie's neck, afraid now of the pain that would herald womanhood.
His cock fitted me tightly, yet it moved along my cunt walls with only slight resistance: It felt nice, a warm feeling, somewhat choking. But then, without warning, something burst inside my body and a tremendous pain was released. It all happened in a flash and my scream was involuntary but very loud. Arnie's hands went over my mouth but it was too late. Already the worst of the pain ebbed away and the scream reduced itself to a whine of pain and jubilation. "Go now, fuck me!" I urged him hoarsely. "I'm ready for you, Arnie."
"Shit, I hope nobody heard you," he worried. But his cock began to move in and out, very slowly, feeling its way, testing to see if I were big enough for him yet. I wasn't but I didn't tell him. I wanted him to like me as much as I liked him, and to do that I had to put up with the pain so he could have pleasure. His thick shaft pushed its way in and forced my cunt to open much wider than ever before, the flesh stretched painfully and I couldn't get comfortable for some reason. The more he entered me the more I had to squirm. No position offered me any comfort. He gave his cock one final push and lodged way down deep inside me, and I thought I was going to choke.
"How do you like it, baby?" he panted, resting his dick inside me for a while. I tried to smile but it was very hard when all my facial muscles were so tense.
"You're tight as a fish's asshole," he said approvingly and then his cock slithered back a way and pushed even further up me. I let out a gasp of agony but he just smiled and kept on going. In and out, using all his strength to penetrate me to the hilt, his muscles rippling, his breath rattling through his throat,-and all the time he was unaware that I was on the verge of tears.
At this point I began to hope someone would catch us in the act. The pain blossomed inside me like some mad, radioactive growth. I wanted to beg him to get off me so I could have a little spell but he looked so happy that I didn't have the heart to do it My pussy had gone dry and the friction his driving cock caused in me had chafed at my sensitive flesh until I thought it had to be bleeding. The pain went from red to white and I really couldn't take it anymore. That's when Arnie realized what was happening. He didn't say anything, he just did what he had to do. Again his lips crushed into mine and his tongue wormed its way into my mouth, his hands caressed my breasts and pussy, and his cock throbbed idly within the tight, contracting confines of my pussy. At first I was happy that he had stopped fucking, but gradually I became happy for different reasons. One of his fingers had found my clitoris and it was titillating it at full tilt, while his other hand worked my nipples up into a frenzy of pleasure.
Now the machinery started up all over again, my blood pumped faster, juice oozed from the inner walls of my pussy, and my nipples stood upright like tiny antennae. I forgot about the searing pains. Arnie took me back to where I had begged him to fuck me, and then he took me further. He massaged my erogenous zones, kissed me until my head spun, and fingered me to the point at which his cock had to be drowning inside me.
The motion began again, very slowly, feeling me out, and with each tiny thrust the mass of emotions rollicking about inside me covered more, gathering momentum and direction, and it scared me to feel so much intensity. "Oh Arnie!" I moaned, digging my fingernails into his hard muscular upper arms. "No, nooooooo, wait a minute, oh my God!" He took no notice of me at all. His cock slipped right back and-eased in again, over and over, stoking me up, adding weight to the massive orgasm waiting to explode in my belly. I didn't dare go through with it. What if he were to leave me like this? No, better to stop now. "Get off me now," I said bitingly. "Take it out of my body! Arnie, can't you hear me? I'll scream if you don't stop right this minute!"
"Take it easy, Donna," he breathed. "Everything's all right, you're going to be fine, just hold on for a little while."
"NOOOOOOOOO!!" I was as livid as the emotions churning in my loins. "GET OFF! NOW!" His mouth clamped against mine and much as I struggled to get away from this most effective gag, he kept it there and kissed me till my rage Tiad been defused. And while he tricked me there, his cock drove the rest of me to the brink of the climax that scared me so much. My body shook as though it were possessed, I began to bite his lips and scratch his back but not to get him off me. "MMMMMMFFFF!" I groaned, arching my body under his and trying to toss him off like a bronco might But my uncle rode tall in the saddle. He was fucking me hard and fast now, and I was free to scream again but the impulse had gone. As he rose over me and adjusted our legs he grinned at me fiendishly, and I felt strange ripples run through me. Yes, he knew what he was doing, he wouldn't leave me stuck. I could go with it and trust him. He was a man of the world.
And with that in mind I relaxed for the first time and right away I skidded into a realm of dancing lights and crazy noises, whirling about and crying out, being primed for the main event. I couldn't breathe and my hands couldn't find Arnie. All I knew was that the end was near. "Yes, yes, yes!" I heard myself moan. "OH, ARNIE, YESSSSSSSS, GIVE IT TO ME, MAKE LOVE TO ME. YES OH JESUS CHRIST YES! ARNIE, HOLD ME, HOLD ME, OH ARNIE, OH, OH, OOOOOHHHHH WWOOOOOOOOWWWWII" I convulsed and jackknifed upward to throw my arms about his waist and pull him down over me like a blanket, and then, with the weight of his body heavy on me, I let go the last mooring and soared for a scary, giddy minute before coming in for a perfect landing.
He kept on fucking a while longer but it didn't matter to me. I swam about in euphoria and I never wanted to leave. I heard him grunt and carry on, and something warm sprang up in my belly and then he expressed deep satisfaction with me. All was well. I lay under him and wallowed. When he got up the air rushed over me and turned my sweat cold, and my pussy felt the loss especially. "Is it over now?" I asked, hoping it wasn't.
"Yes, it's over for the time being." My uncle put his clothes back on and advised me to do the same. "Did you like it?"
"Oh yes, very much. But can't we do it again?" It wasn't lust but greed that prompted me to ask him. I'd been given a nibble of something so delicious that I wanted to eat the whole lot!
"It takes men a little while to recuperate," said Arnie with a distant look in his eyes. "But don't worry, Donna, there'll be plenty more in your near future. I don't need a crystal ball to see that. Now put your clothes back on before someone spots us."
He left before I had fully dressed, saying I shouldn't show up at the same time as him. That was fine with me. I needed a few minutes to sort out all that had happened to me. Stuff was dribbling out of my pussy, the same stuff that he had shot into my mouth the other night. I dipped my finger in and scooped a dollop up for a taste just to be sure, and it had the same vague salty flavor. It occurred to me this was also incriminating evidence. What if my parents saw it drip out of my panties? I put my top back on but squatted in the grass and peed, hoping that would get rid of it. It didn't, of course, but I found that sitting in that position let the stuff slide out, and when I contracted my inner muscles it came out in thick blobs that decorated the grass like so many little pearls. When I felt sure most of it was out.
I put my jeans back on and took a circuitous route back to the picnic.
"Where were you?" said my mother. "All the food is gone now. Here, take some potato salad and the rest of my steak. You'd starve if I didn't look after you."
"Thanks," I said listlessly. Food was the furthest thing from my mind. I wanted to play some more, I wanted to see if another man could make me feel ust as good. The trouble was, everyone seemed to be playing other games. There was handball and Softball and water polo, but nobody seemed even remotely interested in sticking his thing into my pussy. The only wallflower, in fact, was Ted. He was eating cake and drinking coke, and he was oblivious to the fun going on all about him. I remembered my earlier notions about him and decided to put him to the test.
"Hey, Ted," I said, sitting next to him. He colored slightly and shifted over to give me more room. "What're you doing with yourself?"
"Just snacking," he said moodily.
"Don't you want to play with the others?"
"Ah, that's silly stuff," he said contemptuously. "I don't like to see grown men acting like kids."
"You feel like taking a walk with me, then?"
"What for?" He eyed me suspiciously.
"No reason," I shrugged, "it'd just be nice to get away from all these relatives for awhile." My cousin wasn't going to like me taking her boyfriend for a walk but she was too dumb to know what happened during walks. Ted nodded gravely and finished his snack before following me into the woods, I chatted pleasantly with him about family matters and he did nothing to move the conversation up to a higher plateau. He seemed to have no idea what I wanted to go for a walk for but that was all right I intended to spell it out for him.
We reached the same clearing where my uncle and I had had such fun, and when I suggested we sit down he was glad to take the weight off his feet. Ted wasn't In very good shape, physical exertion bothered him more than It did most people. At that moment I didn't care about any part of him but the one between his legs, and it was to this part that I addressed myself. I said nothing, just placed my hand on it. Ted looked at me in astonishment. "What do you think you're doing?" he said.
"I want to play with you," I said slyly. "Don't you want me to touch you there? I'll make it feel really nice."
"No, not on your life!" said Ted, rising to his feet "If my mother saw you do that she'd kill you-and me, too! And what about Glenda, have you taken her into consideration? No, you haven't!"
"I've thought about Glenda," I said, pronouncing my cousin's name with undisguised contempt. "I'll bet she never touches you there. Well, that's her problem. Come here, Ted, I'll do more than touch it" He was doing his best to remain indignant but I could tell he was sorely tempted to find out what other tricks I had in store for him. "You want to know what I'll do? Come here and I'll tell you. Come on, sit down."
"I don't like this," he said, but he sat down all the same. "If my mother-"
"She'll never know about it," I said, fighting to keep my irritation down. "Why, she's not even at the picnic. Now relax, let me stroke it and get it all nice and hard, and who knows, maybe I'll...." I paused and waited for him to show real interest. When he could hardly stand the suspense any longer, I went on, "maybe I'll take it in my mouth and suck on it."
"You wouldn't!" Just as I had predicted, he turned red as a beet
"You want to bet?" I caressed the outline of his cock through his pants and to my gratification it began to move and swell. He wasn't nearly as big as my uncle Arnie but that didn't matter. I wanted to close my lips around his dick, I wanted to feel it enter my pussy, and most of all I wanted to know if any man could produce those wonderful, scary feelings in me.
"This is wrong," said Ted. Droplets of sweat beaded his brow. I undid his zipper and took his dick out, so nice and smooth and pink compared to my uncle's knotty, brown cock. I licked my lips nervously and undid the catch at his waist band and his belt so I'd have complete access to that part of him. Ted surrendered utterly. He lay back and closed his eyes, still very anxious but definitely getting into the mood. And when I leaned over him and let my breath play over the skin of his circumcised knob, he shivered convulsively and his hands came to rest on the back of my head to give me a little push downward. Yes, he knew what he liked even though he had never had it. I tried to imagine Glenda doing this to him and it almost broke me up. But the matter in hand was too serious. The tip of my tongue darted out and skated about the smooth, rubbery surface of his glans, going around several times before I opened my mouth wide and took as much of his manhood in as I could fit. "Aaaaaaaaooooohhhhhh!" moaned Ted. His pink cock stood upright out of his pants. Sparse pubic hair surrounded the base of it, so boyish and yet so manly, and his ballbag was shrunken into a tight wad that fitted the palm of my hand nicely.
I sucked at his dick for a while, enjoying the sensation of his pulsating between my lips and feeling his whole body stiffen as though he were a prick from head to foot. It occurred to me that he hadn't shown any interest in my body as yet, and in that he was Uncle Arnie's opposite. Perhaps all men weren't the same after all? To keep my lower half hot I reached back and rubbed the crotch of my jeans vigorously. My tongue worked its way around and around his blender shaft and Ted was having the time of his fife. His hands moved my head up and down over his cock in opposite time to the motion of his loins, and his groans told me how deep his pleasure was. He was fucking my face ... and while I got a lack out of that, I hoped he wouldn't neglect the rest of me.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh," he moaned. Uuuuuunnnnhhhh, oh yeah, oooooowwww!" His hands slipped down to the sides of my head and held me very firmly while he worked his cock in and out of my mouth with more force. His slender cock went in all the way and the harder I pursed my lips around him, the better he liked it. I began to think up a plan for getting him to fuck me, and just as some of the details were falling into place I felt a gush of warm saltiness against my palate. "UUUURRGGHHHH" he grunted, and his body went limp, soon followed by his cock. I was left with a mouthful of cream and a hot, empty pussy. And when I swallowed there was only my pussy to think about. "That was great," he said. Ted still had his eyes closed and he sounded sleepy. "Thanks a lot, Donna."
"Don't mention it." I wasn't going to give up that easily. Limp as he was, his cock was still a cock and therefore suckable. I took it between my lips again and started afresh. Ted let me have my way until he realized that I was trying to get him hard again, and then he protested and said he wanted to take a little nap. "But what about me, Ted?" I said icily. Anger seeped out of my voice no matter how I tried to control it. "I don't feel like a nap."
"Then wait a few minutes, all I need is forty winks." Stronger medicine was called for. I stood over his prostrate body for a minute, and then I made my decision. I took off my clothes and whistled. Ted opened one eye sleepily and looked up to see what I wanted. I towered over him, my feet planted on either side of his neck, and what he saw when he looked up was my pussy from a worm's eye point of view. "Holy Toledo!" he exclaimed. He turned red, green, yellow, blue and ashen, and his eyes bulged out of their sockets. "You're naked!"
"I know." Grimly I pulled at his pants and took them off without removing his shoes. Ted looked de fenseless that way and he didn't resist when I took off his shoes and socks. "You're going to play a different game with me, Teddy boy," I told him. "Come on, off with this shirt and tie, you're going to like this game."
"Please, Donna, don't do this! We're not allowed to do things like this! What if we're caught? Glenda will never speak to me again!"
"Shut up." My determination had turned to steel. I stripped him and lay down beside him, forcing myself on him relentlessly, placing his hands on the parts of me that wanted touching, rubbing his cock, even kissing him the way Arnie had kissed me. If it had worked with me, why shouldn't it work for Ted? Because Ted was a lot more scared than I had been, that was why. His cock refused to get hard no matter how hard I rubbed it, and then he went so far as to complain that I was hurting him. "All right, I'll try it another way," I said. My mouth sucked his cock into itself and within a minute he was rock-hard.
"You'll be sorry," he said feebly as I squatted over his erection. My cunt yawned generously for the would-be intruder and his knob slipped in without the slightest resistance. Warm, familiar feelings flooded me, and I kept a tight grip of his cock to make sure it would go into me the right way. A few more bobs and bounces and he had entered me all the way. Now I sat on his fuzzy pubic mound and wriggled around in my private ecstasy. Ted still looked apprehensive but he seemed to be getting the hang of it. His red face shone with sweat and his stiff-combed hair was all over the place now. In that pose of abandonement he looked almost cute.
"Come on, Ted, get on top," I panted. I wanted him to conquer me, to fuck me into the ground the way Arnie had done. It wasn't so exciting from the top, not exciting enough to keep me at a distance from Ted. I found myself feeling a little sorry for him, and I was even slightly attracted to him. We rolled over and Ted fell into the drivers seat. He didn't know what to do at first so I reached down and grabbed hold of his hard little buns and moved him up and down until he got the beat. "Yes, that's the way, that's good," I said when he began to move independently of me. "Make love to me, Teddie, go faster, faster!"
He did his best but his cock slipped out several times causing us both to lose some of our excitement. We had to fumble it back in and then he had to find the beat again, so that the orgasm I lusted after came within reach, only to disappear again. How I longed for Uncle Arnie to come by so he could show Ted how to do-it. Arnie would never make me suffer this way. His cock was like a broomstick shoving a climax up through my torso and way into the back of my mind. Ted just pushed it back and forth aimlessly.
"Come on, Ted, harder, faster," I urged him. I wrapped my legs around him and fucked back as best I could. His sweat rained down on me and he was so red that I began to worry about him. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the confused, woolly feelings washing about in my belly, doing my best to organize them, and it worked! I moved a hand in between his belly and mine so I could masturbate without him knowing it, and that, together with my mental powers, brought me right to the brink of a climax. "YES, YES, OH TED THAT FEELS SO GOOD, YES, HARDER, HARDER, HA-AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH" It wasn't nearly so full of impact as the other one, but it left me feeling warm and tranquil inside and out, and that was more than enough of a reward. Ted came at about the same moment and caved in on me with desperate gasps.
In that silence that followed we listened to our hammering hearts and temples, our desperate breathing, and the sound of footsteps approaching. I wouldn't believe it at first but after a while it couldn't be denied. Shoes moved through grass, branches snapped, a murmur arose from a band of people, and then, to cap it all off, a very familiar voice cut through our post-coital bliss, "Donna, you get up and get dressed right this instant!"
Ted jumped up and looked around wildly. A lot of our relatives were standing around us, and Glenda was among them. She gave him a pathetic look, burst into tears, and ran off. Ted wanted to run after her but he had to dress first. And I followed his example, but in less of a hurry. I didn't know if I were upset or glad that this had happened.
"Go on, head for the car," said my father, his face a thundercloud. "Wait for us there. We're going home to talk some more about this. I'll teach you-" His voice rose but my mother cut him short. They went back to the picnic and I went to the car to await my fate.
CHAPTER THREE
As I sat in the car I began to wonder why I was so meekly awaiting my punishment. Neither of my parents were notoriously liberal; in fact, my father had once slapped me in the mouth for walking through the living room in my nightie when one of his friends was there. No, I couldn't expect them to sit down and discuss it in a grown-up fashion. They'd hit and kick and. they'd yell at me for days. Abruptly I slipped into the driver's seat and turned the key in the ignition. If they had it in mind to punish me they would have to catch me first.
I drove home as quickly as I dared, packed some essentials into an overnight bag, and drove toward the freeway. In a parking lot not far from the ramp I dumped the car and walked the rest of the way. I didn't know where I was going. My nerves jangled with each step and I kept looking around to see if a batallion of relatives was creeping up behind me. But somehow I got up the ramp and by the side of the freeway, my thumb stuck out in the appropriate way, and in less than a minute someone pulled up to offer me a ride. I ran over to the car, happy to have made my escape.
"Thank you very much!" I panted, entering through the opened door. "I really appreciate this."
"Don't mention it." The man was short and stocky, dressed in a shiny double-knit suit and a loud tie, and in the back of the car he had a rack from which hung some fifty dresses. "I'm always glad to give young people a ride, it breaks the monotony for me. Especially when they're as pretty as you. My name is Henry, what's yours?"
"Donna." He said that that was a nice name and went on to tell me that he was a travelling salesman on his way to San Francisco. And when he asked me where I was .heading, I said that that was my destination, too. He offered me a cigarette and we smoked in silence for a while. His car was big and powerful and I loved the way it hissed along the straight freeway. It wouldn't take us long to get. to the city at all at this rate. I could see myself now walking about in the big city with all those sophisticated people, no parents to bother me, no school to distract me, I could live my own life the way I saw fit!
"You know, I have this system," said Henry, breaking the silence, "and I think it's a fair one. When I pick up a hitchhiker I figure I'm saving him, oh, about twenty, thirty bucks in fares or gas. Now I'm not a greedy man, I make a good living, but I don't believe in throwing away money either. Your weight puts more of a strain on the engine and so it consumes more gas than it would if I were in here all alone. So why don't we meet each other halfway? You give me five bucks. That way you save about twenty and I don't lose anything on the deal."
I gasped! My overnight bag contained a few changes of clothes, a toothbrush, soap, even some toilet paper, but I had clean-forgotten about money! How could I have been so dumb? The best thing for me to do was go home and face the music ... and get beaten? No, I had to stick it out "I'm sorry, Henry, but I'm flat-broke," I told him.
"Flat broke, eh?" He nodded knowingly. "You mean you don't have a penny to your name? What do you expect from people, little lady? Did you think I'd buy you dinner and all that on the way? You're an optimist I'll say that for you." There was a nasty overtone to his voice and I felt sure he'd throw me out of the car at any moment
"It's not that I can look after myself," I said.
"Oh sure you can, sure, without a penny in your pocket. But I've got a good idea. When you're young and pretty you don't really need all that much money, not if you know how to behave." He let his words sink in for a while and went on, "Do you know how to behave?" I shook my head, puzzled by his question. Did I know how to conduct myself like a young lady? My mother had certainly drummed a lot of rules into my head. But that wasn't what he i had in mind. His hand came to rest on my upper thigh and he squeezed me while his eyes bored into mine. "Do you know how to be nice to men?" he asked.
"Why don't you let me out here?" I said, pushing his hand away. I didn't want to play those games anymore, they only got me into trouble. Besides, Henry wasn't the most likeable person in the world, I decided. He was leering and breathing heavily, and his florid face was turning a deeper shade of red. "I stuck my thumb out for a ride, that was all, and you knew what that entailed before you picked me up." Logic was lost on him.
"Do you know how to be nice?" he repeated. "If you're nice I'll take you right into San Francisco and HI treat you to a nice big steak dinner on the way. That's all right, isn't it?" I shrugged and said I thought it was. "Well then, just be nice!"
"All right, I'll be nice." His hand tightened on my thigh and moved up an inch or so to make the side of his palm push into my cunt. "Take your jeans off," he said, his voice suddenly soft and husky. "But leave your panties on. Then come sit close to me."
I didn't want to do it but there seemed to be no choice. If I could get to the city I would be all right; until then I would just have to play along with him. My jeans dropped to the floor and I slid along the seat so as to place my pussy within range of his groping hand. He kept his eyes on the road but that was all. His hand moved up and down my thigh and nestled into my crotch, repelling me and exciting me at the same time. I shivered with the thrill of it. Such power! That little pocketbook between my legs was stuffed with power; it could get me to San Francisco and into steak houses-and it could (and did) get me kicked out of house and home.
"Yummmmmm," he said licking his lips. A solitary finger had slipped under the elastic and worked into my split, and to my shame it was quite juicy down there. He withdrew his finger and licked the fluid off very slowly, and now he took his eyes off the road so he could convey the full measure of his pleasure to me. "Tasty little snatch you got there, my dear. Let me have another sample." His finger moved deeper this time, sliding down the slippery inner lips until he found my hole and the thick digit moved up it as far as he could get it in. Another slurp of his finger and that bulge in his pants leaped up into a teepee. "There's nothing like young stuff," he told me as if I were a third party. "They taste fresh and perky, you know, not like old dames. They're like swamps." He pulled a face and went for his third taste.
Big trucks roared by us now and then, passing on the passenger side, and as they drew up level they seemed to stay there for longer than I thought proper. When I checked to see what was keeping the driver, I found it was me. The one I caught in the act was literally hanging out of his window, gaping at the sight of my panties and the moving finger under the crotch of them. I wondered how he managed to control his semi, and I also wondered why he thought it was worth risking his life to get a look at me. Was the whole world sex-starved? Or just crazy?
"Dear, they're looking at you, grinned Henry. He was fingering me steadily now and getting to me in more ways than one. "That's what those boys live for, a little glimpse of pussy now and then. Well, go on honey, show him what you got!"
"You mean...?" He nodded and withdrew his finger. I thought he was very strange but I lifted my ass and pulled my panties down over my knees. For a minute the truck and Henry's car were perilously close and I was expecting my life to be snuffed out any second. The truck driver was yelling something but I couldn't hear. Then Henry stepped on the gas and left the man behind. He was chuckling to himself.
"Terrific! Hey, you're a great little gal, a real hot number. No, leave those panties off, I want you to take all your clothes off in fact. Yeah, everything, bra and all."
"But everyone's going to see me!" I protested. He didn't listen. I undressed slowly, still wondering what was happening to my life. Just a few miles from home and already the whole world had been turned upside down. I folded my clothes neatly and sat next to Henry, naked, and feeling rather silly. The truck caught up with us even though Henry was sitting on ninety, and I thought he meant to stay with us all the way. But when I happened to spread my legs there was a sudden blotch of white on the trucker's windshield and he slowed down at once.
"Sit with your back against the door," Henry instructed me. "Now spread your legs for me. Oh yes, delicious. How old are you? Well then, how come you got hardly any pubic hair?"
I blushed. It was a sore point with me that no hair would grow on my legs or arms, and that only very little appeared on my pussy or under my arms. Other girls had big bushes of the stuff all over their bodies but I was a late bloomer in that respect. They, in their turn, envied me my big tits and that made up for it. Still, when someone commented on my lack of hair it took me aback. "I dunno," I said moodily.
"That's terrific. I had this red-haired girl in my car one time and boy, she had a bush that you needed a machete for! Thick as a jungle. I didn't like that at all. I like girls like you with nice full pussy lips and just enough hair to tickle my nose. Can you drive?"
"Sure."
"Then take over for a while and I'll show you what I mean." He didn't stop the car but simply moved out of the way so I could slide into the driver's seat. "Now then, put your left foot on the accelerator and hold it there, and bring your right foot over to me. That's the way. Now stay like that."
The road stretched endlessly before me. The city was hours away, and in those hours I would have to put up with this strange man. Why couldn't a nice old lady have given me a ride? But Henry was down on me and licking my pussy ever-so-delicately, and those refined impulses of fun crept outward from my loins to every part of my body, to stir me up and make me yearn once more for a strong, pulsing member to fill my pussy. Ted hadn't been so bad. Of course Uncle Arnie had been the best because he was older and wiser, and that meant that Henry could do it to me just as well. Should I ask him? No, he was having too much fun down there. He groaned and sucked, holding my pussy lips wide open with both his thumbs, and the sensation of his tongue slithering about in there like a berserk snail was wild enough to make me want to lie back and give in to him completely. The car wasn't driving straight I ahead any more. It wandered from one lane to the other, slowed unaccountably and then sped up again. I tried hard to drive it properly but emotions swept my concentration away and left me to function on automatic pilot.
"Now it's your turn." He sat up and wiped my Juice from his lips but there was more on his face which he left there. Again we made the complicated maneuver to change seats. Henry leaned against his door and placed his right leg along the seat, leaving the rest up to me. I was still quaking and nervous from his licking but I managed to undo his zipper and extricate his cock. He was hard as a rock, so ripe, and ready that I only had to close my hand around his stalk to make him very tense. "Wait, wait, just let it go for a moment." He pushed my hand away and drove very stiffly for a while, then nodded and gave me the go-ahead. "Okay. I didn't want to come just yet, not with your lovely lips so near. Come on, girl, suck it good, there's nothing I like better than a nice long sucking session. Go to it."
"Shouldn't we stop someplace?" I suggested. He had driven me past the point at which I could dabble. Now that he had licked me so well I wanted more and more, I wanted his tongue to rest inside my cunt, I wanted his cock to probe gently but thoroughly down my throat, and I wanted to be fucked again just to see if he could set off the same emotions my uncle had caused in me. But most of all I wanted him not to smash up his car while I was in it. My life seemed to be just beginning. If I pleased him too much, it might end, too.
"No, no, I've done this a hundred times," he said boastfully. "I could drive this car with Marilyn Monroe hanging off my dick. Go on, I'll show you."
"Okay, if you're sure." I took his knob between my lips and sucked on it cautiously. But as the power of his cock got to me I forgot about the dangers. Eating became my only concern. He was so nice and big, so filling somehow, and when I ran my tongue about his knob he became all tense and wriggly. I licked him up and down, suckled his balls, even tugged at his pubic hair to see if that had any effect, but mainly I kept his cock deep in my mouth and sucked and sucked and sucked! I sucked till I was blue in the face but every time I came close to making him come, he pushed me away and rested for a minute. Then I'd be back where I had started.
The siren came as a relief, much like the cavalry storming over the hill to rescue the beleaguered troops. I couldn't suck anymore, my jaw muscles were sore, my lips needed a rest and my tongue felt like an old bundle of rags. "Shit!" said Henry, pulling over to the side of the road. "Quick, honey, get in the back and hide among those dresses. I don't want that cop to know what I was doing." He zipped his fly up and helped me over the back of the seat. I nestled in between the dresses, holding my clothes and my breath. I heard the cop's bike come to a stop, heard him order Henry out of the car to produce his papers, and then there was some discussion which I couldn't pick up on. I felt very tired and it was nice and cozy among the dresses. If only I could stay there for the rest of the trip and sleep! Henry didn't know what he was doing to me.
"Come out of there, young lady," said a rough voice. The dresses were pushed apart and a helmeted face looked down into my nest. I crawled out reluctantly and sat on the front seat. "No, right out!"
"What, out where everyone can see me?" I asked.
"Oh ... yeah, well drive over to that rest stop then." We drove the few hundred yards down the freeway and pulled in. Henry instructed me to be nice to the cop because he'd been threatening to take away his license. I was to do everything the policeman wanted; Henry would make it up to me later. How the hell did I get myself into this situation? I wondered.
At the rest stop we were far enough off the road and in deep enough shade to be insulated from passing traffic. I clambered out of the car and stood on the grass in my bare skin, looking first at Henry, then at the cop. "Now what?"
"This won't take long," said the cop, unzimnne his pants. "Go on, bend over baby. You don't mind waiting on the other side of the car, do you buddy? I like to fuck in private."
"Yes, but I like to watch" said Henry, suddenly very intense. The cop gave him a strange look, shrugged, and muttered something about different strokes. He was a big man all over and secretly I was delighted by this chance to experiment anew with sex. But his demeanor was scary. He was so strong and hairy that he looked as though he could take me apart with his bare hands. And when he made me turn around to face the car, in the frisking position, I could hardly keep my knees from buckling. My ass was his to do with as he pleased, there was nothing I could do to stop him, and as I poked it out at him I felt incredibly vulnerable. Hard flesh touched me right between the cheeks, my asshole pinched shut, extra tight, but the smooth knob slid by it and w-edged in between my cunt lips. The changes in action had unnerved me and dried out my pussy. I wanted him to get in and out but there was nothing to be done about it. I was dry and that was that.
"Christ!" he grunted, holding my cheeks open forcibly. "You can't get any tighter than that! Come on, you little bitch, ease up on me!"
"I can't!" I wailed, doing my best to relax my cunt muscles. But they were locked into place.
"Hey, you, you got anything in your car to lubricate this little bitch. I'm in a hurry!" The cop sounded very angry and that made it all the harder for me to relax. Henry said he had nothing. "Goddammit, I'll have to get some grease off the bike chain," said the cop.
"No, no, don't do that," said Henry. "You'll never wash it off. I've got a better idea." He took out his cock, still stiff from my prolonged sucking session, and to my surprise he began to rub the skin of it hack and forth so that it rubbed over the edge of his glans. "Just give me a minute and you'll have enough lubricant to stick your fist up her," he assured the cop.
"You are weird," declared the cop, "but all right, hurry it up and let's get it on! I'm as horny as a goat." I stared at Henry's cock, fascinated by the sight of a man masturbating himself. The cop's cock bumped into my split now and then, but he was waiting too. Henry jerked off at full-pelt, his free hand forming a cup under his glans, and within a minute he shuddered and released a rush of white fluid that he neatly caught. More blurted out, more than enough to lubricate a whole squad of cops. I realized that I was very wet now and that the cream was hardly necessary, but that didn't matter. The cop took his stiff cock and dipped it into Henry's hand, and Henry squeezed him and worked the sperm around his knob until it was dripping with the stuff. Then the cop turned to me with a strange glimmer in his eyes, and told me to bend over again.
No problem this time. His thick, nightstick cock slid by the barriers as though they weren't there, and pushed it all the way in. His knob slammed into the neck of my womb and I let out a yell of pain and awe. "Yeah, yell baby," I heard him hiss into my ear. "Let me know how much you like it. Here, take this! And this!" Giant thrusts of his stiff cock reduced me to a quivering organism. No man had fucked me so brutally and I wasn't at all sure if I liked it. But when I managed to get a better hold on the car door and arranged myself so I could watch his reflection in the window, the bout took on a new significance for me. The cop hunched over me like dogs did and his crude face was locked in a desperate grimace as he banged his cock in and out of me with all his strength.
To one side Henry leaned against the fender and fondled his limp, dripping dick as if he intended to go another round. It was actually swelling and rising as I watched it, and I figured he must have been telling the truth when he told the cop he liked to look on. There, it was upright again and Henry stroked it steadily, watching us very closely and beating off in time with the cop's pounding. Cars whizzed by and birds sang in the trees, and w-edged in between those sounds was the awkward harmonizing of the cop's grunts, Henry's wheezes, and my shrill cries.
"All right baby, here I cornel Ready or not! Open up, spread those legs, yeah-AAAAAAAAARRRGGGHHHH-UHN!" Sperm flooded my pussy and sperm blew into my face. Henry had maneuver himself over to me so that his knob was inches from my mouth and as soon as the cop let his load go, Henry cut his own loose. Thick drops slid down my cheek, hung suspended from my nose and lower lip, and Henry kept pumping more into my face. The cop had pulled out and used my jeans to wipe his cock clean. Then he threw them on the ground, zipped his pants up and mounted his motorcycle. "All right, you can go," he told Henry, "and thank your lucky stars I didn't book you for danger-bus driving, speeding, and indecent exposure." Henry quickly tucked his spent member away and looked pious. I was left to stand there with come all over my face and running out of my cunt, naked, defenseless, used and abused, and all I could think was that it served me right. The balance of power tilted toward me for as long as I kept my legs closed. The moment I spread 'em, that was the moment I became the prey instead of the boss.
Chalk it up to experience, I told myself. The cop roared off and I got back into the car with Henry. While he drove at the speed limit I cleaned up and dressed. Henry had nothing to say to me now. He smoked a smelly cigar and hummed to himself but when I asked him how long we had to go he didn't even see fit to answer me. He took me to San Francisco, though.
I must have fallen asleep for a few minutes because there was a strange taste in my mouth when I swallowed. My whole body felt warm and sleepy, sensual as a cat in the sun, and when I looked around to get my bearings I found Thelma was in the room with me. She was dusting the window sills slowly, gazing out through the lacy curtains at the street and pretending to be unaware of my presence. But she kept stooping low to get at invisible specks of dust and each time she did her dress rode high up the backs of her thighs, so high that I could discern the sudden rise of her cheeks for split seconds at a time.
Where were her panties? Thelma usually exposed nothing more than her knees, and that only on a good day. But now she was exposing herself to me like a dirty old man, and I couldn't understand her motives! Vaguely I recalled her saying something about her man leaving her some time ago, but surely that couldn't be the reason. Whatever it was I couldn't help but enjoy her wooing. She was a sexy bitch if nothing else.
"Oh, you're awake?" she said. "I hope my working here didn't disturb you, did it?"
"How could it?" I said sarcastically.
"I just wanted to be sure." Her dusting took her over to the tall wardrobe in the corner and she dusted the top of it for the first tune ever. Now her dress exposed most of her ass, those big, firm, delicious black cheeks that bulged out and leaned in against each other to form a tight, long split. I couldn't get over how her cheeks stood out from the small of her back, an abrupt rise that curved out and back in like perfect hemispheres, and each time she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, one of her cheeks pushed out further and the other relaxed-but even the relaxed cheek retained its exquisite form! Between her strong thighs I saw small tufts of hair marking the spot, and for a moment a long, dizzy thrill ran through me. Thelma couldn't know that she was recreating a scene from my past.
Anna brought me into her apartment off the cold streets of San Francisco on that first night of independence. She was in her thirties, a big woman with an open grin and short hair, and when she had seen me loitering about on a dim corner, hopelessly lost she had taken charge of my life. As she opened her door for me I felt very grateful to her. She was admitting me to a haven of peace and security, she was giving me a breather from what had been the most hectic day of my life. Kind, thoughtful, she drew a bath for me and laid out a fresh, terry-cloth bathrobe for me. She even helped me undress.
"You poor thing," she said, taking my grubby jeans from me, "you look as though you've had quite a day. Did you run away from home?" I nodded, too tired to think up a he. "Yes, that's what I thought. So many lads have been arriving here lately, probably because there are a lot of crash pads in this neighborhood. Give me your blouse. And your panties, I'll wash them tonight. There's a laundry downstairs so it's no trouble."
"I can't tell you how much I appreciate this," I said, sinking into the hot tub with a sigh of pure bliss. Anna sat on a chair near the tub and watched me with kindly eyes. She still had my clothes in her hands and I felt slightly self-conscious about my panties. They had to be a bit smelly yet she clutched them in one hand and the other garments in the other, and as she spoke to me the hand holding my panties supported her chin so that the fumes had to be rising to her nostrils. But she didn't seem to notice so I set the matter aside. The bath was sheer luxury after a long day in Henry's car and those hours out in the street with not a penny in my pocket.
"It's perfectly all right, I like to have people stay over now and then and you can stay as long as you want. Do you want me to wash your back for you?"
"Would you?" I was happy to see her putting my clothes down. She applied soap and water to my back and washed me very thoroughly to the water line. Then she told me to stand up and I did, feeling like a child again. My affection for her increased every moment. She washed me with such care, every part of me, and when I was lathered up all over she stood back and let me rinse. In the meantime she filled her douche with powder and warm water and handed it to me. I blushed. This was a very private operation as far as I was concerned. But then I realized that she had douched hundreds of times and it wouldn't matter to me. I inserted the nozzle and squeezed the bag so that a rush of little, tense streams of water erupted deep inside my pussy. "Oooowww!" I said, and at once my blush deepened.
"Isn't that nice?" said Anna. "I love taking a douche myself and I think most women do, only they won't admit it." I nodded but couldn't say anything for embarrassment. Somehow I didn't believe that one was allowed to like douching. "There, give it to me and stand up." I did as I was told and Anna pulled the plug and turned on the hand shower to rinse me down from head to foot while the water drained out of the tub. I felt incredibly clean and the vigorous towelling she gave me was just what I needed to get me ready for bed.
She asked if I were hungry or thirsty but I just shook my head and yawned. "Oh, I see," she smiled, "our little traveller is exhausted. Well, no wonder. Come on my girl, let's get you up to bed." I put the robe on and followed her into the bedroom.!! You'll have to share my bed so I hope you don't lack in your sleep." She pulled the covers back and let me crawl in under the blankets. I lay on my back, my head high on a bunch of soft pillows, and watched as she fussed about the room. She told me to stay awake awhile so she could heat some milk for me, and to pass the time I followed her with my eyes. She was strongly built but not at all fat, I decided, and although her clothes were conservative they were well-cut. Her dress looked quite expensive but then it was clear she had money. The apartment had been decorated in much the same way as she dressed, simple, tasteful, and anything but cheap. How lucky I was to have found such a benefactress!
I thought back to the novels my mother liked to read, about poor waifs like myself who are adopted by rich widows, and when the widows die the waifs are left with more money than they had ever dreamed existed. That would be my lot ... although I didn't want Anna to die, she was much too nice for that. My stream of thought was interrupted suddenly when the woman bent over at one point, and her dress rose over her stockings, over the white flesh of her solid thighs and further ... further! I thought I should close my eyes but I couldn't! There, nestling between her thighs and below two round masses of flesh, was a bunch of hair, her cunt hair! Much as I wanted to look away I couldn't stop myself from staring at that mysterious, bushy area. Anna held the pose long enough for me to get a good eyeful and then she straightened up and turned around. Nothing was said. I wasn't sure that she had seen me look up her dress, but then I figured that it didn't matter; she was a woman and so was I.
The warm milk made me sleepy but one section of my mind continued to work frantically. It kept dragging the image of her partially-exposed ass back to my mind's eye, turning it over and examining it from all sides. Why did it shock me so much? I had seen other women naked ... my mother, a few of my girl friends, that was all, and none of them had ever had the impact on me that Anna had. But now I found myself eyeing Anna's bustline and speculating just how big her tits really were and what they would look like without the support of a bra.
There, now go to sleep," she said, tucking me in and mussing my hair. I obeyed her like a good little girl, setting aside all the naughty thoughts to deliver myself to the seductive lures of sleep. The robe was about my naked body, I felt safe and secure-except that a small pilot light kept my sleep from being absolute. Why didn't Anna wear panties? Normal women did. Did that mean Anna wasn't normal?
Had I been solidly asleep, I would never have noticed the light touch of her hand on my body. Her caress was subtle, moving along the contours as though she were a painter about to reproduce me on canvas. The robe had been parted and pulled out of the way so that it was her skin against mine, and in my woolly, sleep-sodden condition I could only recognize that Anna was touching me, but not why she was touching me. I attributed her gesture to fondness and protectiveness, and that satisfied my bluntened faculties. But as the touches grew more insistent and personal, my mind had to come up with better explanations for her behavior, and found none.
I felt her fingers stroke my nipples and squeeze my breasts, I felt her move down slowly along my belly to where the sparse brown hairs grew, and most of all I felt one inquiring finger prod in between my pussy lips. This couldn't be happening! Still half-asleep I turned over on my belly, thus blocking out her favored areas. But that didn't deter my new friend. Her hand moved along the slow curve of my back right down to the dip and rise to my ass and, if that weren't bold enough, she took hold of both my buns with her hands and squeezed them hard. The mantle of sleep dropped off me far enough to uncover my eyes at least, and the suspicion that Anna wasn't normal took on a greater semblance of truth. Why would a woman caress another woman there? Perhaps she was a man dressed up as-a woman? But no, I had seen the place between her legs where men had long, dangling things, and Anna definitely didn't have one of those.
Her lips brushed along my back, ever-so-smoothly, ever-so-soft, and I just didn't know what to do. The room was pitch-dark, I couldn't even be sure that I was awake! All I could think of to do was to he perfectly still and offer her no encouragement. In the morning I would wake up and find my new friend there, and I'd tell her about my dream so we could both have a good laugh. I recreated a picture of her in my mind, those deep blue eyes and the dark blonde hair, the calm face and the wide, sensual mouth, no, there was nothing abnormal about her. It was all a dream. And since it was merely a dream I figured it was best to just enjoy it.
It did feel good, there was no denying it. She kissed her way down to the small of my back and lingered there for a long time, sucking at my flesh and breathing heavily. Her hands moved along the full-blown buns of my ass rhythmically, just touching them enough to rub them up the right way. My sexual barometer began to operate: fluid oozed out of my cunt walls and gathered within the fleshy folds down there in readiness for whatever was about to happen. My nipples tingled as though they'd been injected with Alka-Seltzer and they were stiff as little bullets. Lucky this was all a dream or I'd have to think of myself as being abnormal!
When her lips moved down along the cleft of my ass I stiffened up and gritted my teeth so as not to make a move or utter a single groan. My stupefied brain reasoned that any noise or unusual movement might alert Anna to the content of my dreams and she would promptly lack me out of her apartment, back out into the cold, inhospitable streets! No, it was better to spoil some of my own fun and keep quiet. Her tongue insinuated itself in-between the cheeks of my ass and slipped down until the tip of it was right above my asshole. That proved it was a dream! Ann started to lick me very slowly, running her tongue along the perimeter of my anus and moving back down to my pussy. That made it all the harder for me to he still. Those long lightning bolts of bliss shot out from my loins to every part of me and set alight huge bonfires of passion that had to be fought by more will power than I could muster.
I was about to break when she stopped licking me. There was some rustling and moving about in the dark, and then she went down to my cunt again. I thought she'd resume her licking but no, a light sprang up in the dark, a small light that came from beneath the covers. I couldn't work that out at all, so I opened my eyes a little and saw the big bulge under the blankets where Anna was. From then on it was just a matter of adding one and one. She had the flashlight trained on my pussy and she was looking me over! Now there was no way to deny it: Anna was strange!
The flashlight went off after a few minutes and Anna settled down beside me. She wrapped her strong arms around me and held me close to her body. The robe came in between her and me, and for a moment I regretted that. If nothing else she had succeeded in making me horny. Still, it was nice to be held like that, so reassuring somehow. I nodded off again with a minimum of trouble and this time my sleep was complete.
CHAPTER FOUR
In the morning I couldn't make myself believe that I hadn't dreamed Anna's strange behavior. After all, she could have done anything to me so why should she have stopped at shining a flashlight at my cunt? No, it didn't make sense. I still had on the robe and when I woke up Anna was already in the kitchen fixing breakfast. A ravenous hunger made that a most exciting prospect. I stretched and yawned, thought of the folks back home and and how they were probably worried sick about me, and then I slipped out of bed so I could be with my new friend and perhaps make up for the bad thoughts I'd had about her.
But as I walked into the kitchen all my suspicions reared their ugly heads once more. My mother had never cooked breakfast in the nude! Anna was doing that right before my eyes, naked as the day she was born, her back toward me, her hands working the fry pans and the toaster, making it look as though she did this routinely. I was shocked! Once more thoughts of leaving this strange environment crossed my mind-but my hunger had reached such mammoth proportions that I couldn't go, not just yet.
"Hello, sweetheart," said Anna when she spotted me cowering in a corner. "Sit down, I'll have your food ready in a minute." Wasn't she concerned about what I thought? I kept looking at her, watching the way her big firm buns moved whenever she took a step and the slow, confined wash of her big tits, and she didn't seem to mind how hard I stared. In a way it aroused me to see her abandon all convention, but that in itself frightened me. How could I be interested in another woman? And how could her caresses last night have made me feel good? Was I strange, too?
Anna ladled a solid helping of scrambled eggs over my toast, added bacon, poured the coffee, and sat opposite me to eat with me. We kept looking at each other as we ate but by now the whole affair had gone beyond the limits of understanding. "You're very beautiful," she said out of the blue.
"Oh ... thank you," I said.
"What do you think of me? Do you think I'm too pushy?" She moved her chair closer to me and gazed deep into my eyes. "You can't answer that? No, I know the answer, I am too pushy. But I can't help it when I meet a beautiful person like you. I want us to be friends, very good friends, do you mind that?"
"No, not at all," I said sincerely. After she had been so good to me I felt I owed her at least that much. "I like you a lot."
I'm glad." I kept on eating and she placed a hand on my thigh, about halfway up, with terrycloth safely keeping her from touching my skin. "You're not very ... worldly, are you? I mean, you haven't slept around or mixed in cosmopolitan company, have you?"
"No, hardly," I grinned, thinking of my rube family.
"I thought not. Well, this could be a very educational friendship for both of us. I can learn from your innocence and you can benefit by my experience. Because I-Donna-have been everywhere and I've done everything." She went back to her breakfast with a short laugh. I looked at her with new respect. Yes, I could imagine Anna doing everything. She must have been a knock-out at my age. Even now she was easy on the eyes, as the boys said. Those big white tits with the assertive pink-brown nipples kept catching my eye, such fulsome protuberances, appealing to me as if I were still a suckling! Each time she took her eyes off me I stared at those mammoth breasts, and in spite of myself a deep desire to cushion my face between her tits rose up in me. She was comfortable in a sexy way. Her thighs were shaped like little white whales and lay pressed hard together on the kitchen chair with just an edge of pubic hair showing over their tops. That was another place where I could nestle and escape my troubles, a haven of peace. But I shouldn't think thoughts like that.
I shook my head and went on eating. "What's the matter?" asked Anna softly. "Is something worrying you? Should I put my clothes back on?" I shook my head again, angry that she was asking me such leading questions. "You like me naked, then?" There was hope in her voice. I shrugged. "Oh, you don't know? But I want you to be sure, my darling, I want you to be absolutely sure."
"I like the way you look," I said finally. Anna sat down and regarded me with some satisfaction. She said nothing after that, just watched me eat, obviously waiting for me to finish. I grew more and more nervous, and to gain time I chewed my food excessively. My appetite had disappeared, the scrambled eggs tasted like rubber. I washed what I could down with coffee, but that only blocked me up more.
"Finished?" She cleared the kitchen table and told me to go ahead and take a shower. Now I was sure something was afoot. I looked at the front door and wondered if I could make a break for it. No, not in this robe. I sighed and committed myself to the shower. When Anna parted the plastic shower curtain and stepped into the tub with me, I wasn't surprised. She was strange and I would have to go along with her, that was all there was to it. This was what they called survival.
"Don't be afraid," she said huskily. I'll only make you feel good. It's not like I'm a man. Men cause pain. Women never do." And with that she embraced me and pressed her big wet body against mine. Soap made us slippery and the cascade of hot water insulated us. It didn't feel bad but I certainly felt silly. But I liked it. There was no getting around it. Her big, resilient breasts squashed against mine and her hard nipples made little impressions all of their own, her strong hands slithered down my wet back and came to rest on both my cheeks, and her pubic bone pushed forward until it made contact with mine. We stood like that for a while, looking into each other's eyes with disparate emotions, and then she suddenly kissed me.
That almost knocked the top of my skull off! Women kissed, a peck here and a wet one there, but never like this! She kissed me the way Uncle Arnie had, long, possessively, a tongue worming its way past my closed lips, and when I bent back to relieve the pressure she came right after me until she'd backed me into a corner. No escape! I submitted graciously, kissing her back and thinking this wasn't at all bad. Anna had no stubble to scratch me with and her lips were very soft and full, so sensual against mine. The throbbing deep down in my pussy told me that she had penetrated my defenses. This called for a complete surrender.
At last I felt free to touch her big tits, big bags of flesh that gave only slightly when my fingers pressed against them, big mother earth tits that invited the weary and the hungry to come stay awhile. Anna was aware of the effect her appendages had on people, so that when I pressed my face against them she leaned back and contented herself with stroking my head while I "drank" my fill. "Touch them, baby," she murmured over the rushing sound of water, "play with them and kiss them, suck on the nipples and try to bring the milk up to the surface. They're yours now, all yours."
I lifted them high and pressed them against my temples for a while, and then I let them fall and concentrated entirely on one of her nipples, big and stiff, bite-size, a delicious morsel of flesh that aroused all sorts of brand-new feelings in me. I wrapped my arms about her waist and stood against her, sucking her tit as if I really wanted her milk to flow. Anna groaned softly and contentedly, a bovine bliss that inspired me to try harder, to do anything to her that came to mind.
Did I dare touch here ... there? The thought burst open in my mind like a firecracker. No, that would be going too far. But hadn't she looked and touched between my legs during the night? She wouldn't mind. No, Anna loved me, she'd let me do anything. But did I want to? As my thoughts swirled about in ever-tightening circles my body decided to act on its own accord. One hand moved down the full flesh of her hips and along her belly until it found the hairline. Anna opened her legs slightly, just enough to let me know I was on the right track. And then, holding my breath, I moved that hand the last few inches.
The first contact I made with another woman's cunt was momentous. There was something about her full, hairy lips, the tender flesh within, her moistness and heat, that made me sag through my knees, and before I knew what was happening my face was an inch or two from her hairy triangle. "Oooohhhhyyesssssss!" she quavered. "I couldn't ask for more!" What did she want from me? I struggled back to my feet and ignored her expression of disappointment. One hand explored her pussy, my mouth found its favorite teat again, and the shower continued to wash over us.
"My goodness!" Anna pushed me away with a weird grin and got out of the shower. "That's enough for a moment. Come on, let's dry off and go to bed."
"To bed?" Anna winked and threw me a towel. She dried herself hastily and took off her shower cap. But I'd wanted to wash my hair and so it was all wet. Anna saw the problem in a flash. No one wanted to go to bed with a mop of wet hair. She picked up a blow dryer and told me to sit on the edge of the tub so she could dry it for me. "Thanks a lot," I said, bending forward. A stream of warm air curled about my scalp soothingly, and I went into a mild trance the way I always did when someone was fiddling with my hair. But Anna wasn't about to let me slip away. The stream of hot air followed my air down my back and then made a quick turn to hit my breasts. I looked up in surprise and she winked again, only to point the blow dryer right between my legs.
"I told you this would be an educational relationship," she said, moving one of my thighs out of the way. Hot air brushed against my pubic mound, my pussy lips, a velvet touch that made me bite my lower lip in a spasm of pleasure. "You see?" My legs opened wide now and Anna used one finger to open my pussy to the hot air. It was almost too hot and yet just right, so that the small wave of pain crested into pleasure. And my clitoris rose in response to that subtle caress, quivering sensitively in the constant gust and transmitting the most refined sensations to the rest of my body.
"Oh Jesus!" I groaned, trying to open my legs even wider. "I didn't know you could do that with a hair dryer!"
"That's nothing." She brought the blower even closer to my cunt. "You should try water piks and electric toothbrushes!"
I couldn't begin to imagine what they could do and at the time it didn't matter. Hot thrills shuddered through my body, dry and tense, not nearly as juicy as the passions instilled by my uncle but wild just the same. Anna was down on her knees and applying the jet stream to the most delicate parts of my pussy, even opening my cunt hole to let it blow right up my belly, and I just squirmed and squealed and carried on until I slid ass-first over the edge of the tub and came to a two-cheek landing with a thump. "Phew!" I wiped the sweat off my brow and let Anna help me up. This time she concentrated on drying my hair, but I could tell she could hardly wait to teach me new tricks. I couldn't wait either. That hair dryer experience had been a revelation to me. Ordinary household objects could be used in the service of the mighty orgasm; it only took a little imagination to recognize their full potential.
"There, that should do it." She turned the blow dryer off and hung it back on its hook, right next to the water pik and the electric toothbrush. Seen from this angle, her bathroom looked like an arsenal of erotic weapons, even her long-handled hairbrush and the rubber-cupped vibrator that promised on its container instant relief from back aches. I shivered and promised myself I'd try them all out at the first" opportunity. But for the moment Anna was in control and she guided me into the bedroom. She made me he down at my ease, stood by the side of the bed for a moment as if to appraise the menu, and then she made me promise not to make a move until she told me to.
"Okay, I promise." Little worms of delight crawled about in my loins and it was hard not to make a move. But Anna obviously knew what she was doing, and I thought myself very lucky to have found such a good teacher. She placed herself between my legs, her torso on the bed, the rest of her over the foot-end of it, finding support on the floor. Her face was right up to my pussy now and I knew she could see every detail, but I couldn't muster any feelings of self-consciousness at this stage. So what if Anna were strange? We were behind closed doors, no one would ever know about this but her and me, and we could always deny it.
"Now then, close your eyes and think only of your own pleasure," she told me. A moment later the tip of her tongue stroked along the inner flesh of my cunt and a bolt of ecstasy shot through me. I couldn't help it, I had to relieve the pressure of myself by giving way to a hoot of delight. "Yes, it's good, it's good," I heard her mutter. "Oh it tastes so nice, so tender, I could eat you all day long! Spread those legs, baby, give it to Mama, yes, that's the way, that's good, and now you're going to be eaten like no one's ever eaten you."
Her tongue touched all the bases, stroking, flicking, curling about my clit and lassoing it, digging into my cunt hole in search of more juice, and I just gave and came and gave some more! Her hands held my thighs out of the way for those moments when the pleasure became to excruciating and I just wanted to close down for a moment to get my breath. She kept at me relentlessly, slurping up the fluids, pressing her face into my open cunt, even fingering me now and then as if her tongue weren't enough for me.
"Anna, Anna, Anna!" I groaned, repeating her name because I liked it so much at that moment "Oh yes, that's so nice! You're strange but you make a great friend. Anna, eat me Anna, oh no, that feels weird-OH, OH, NO THAT'S TOO MUCH, ANNAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!! YES, YES, YES, HOOOOOOOOLY SHIT! I'M LOSING MY MIND, OH JEEEEEEEEEEE-susssssss!" A peak had been reached, I had soared vertiginously upward, scared out of my wits and deliriously happy, and then at the very top I had turned into a giant bubble, expanding breathlessly until the certain POP! had sent me into sweet oblivion.
I figured she had done enough for me and I wanted to pay her back right away. Not that the idea of eating her appealed to me as such, I just didn't think it was fair that I should have all the fun. But she had told me to lie still until she was through with me. Didn't she know she had already succeeded? I figured she'd overlooked my climax, so I relaxed and waited for her to realize her error. God, that felt nice. I shifted about a little to make myself more comfortable and as I lifted my ass she slipped her hands under it. My pussy rose a few inches, one of her fingers moved into the split of my ass, and before I knew it she had her tongue right into my cunt and one finger working its way into my asshole. How strange could a woman get? Still, I had to admit it felt awfully nice, so nice in fact that my body began to mobilize for the next climax. I could hardly believe the symptoms even as they built up to a crescendo, but since there was nothing I could do about it, the crescendo came anyway.
Her finger wormed right up my asshole, filling me with discomfort at first. But that complemented the delicious sensations she instilled in my pussy, contrasting them to make them all the more heavenly. However, after a minute or so the discomfort turned into its own variety of bliss, a jarring, uncertain bliss that left me suspended somewhere between wanting to take a shit and wanting to explode in a pyrotechnical climax. I hovered there until she took my clitoris between her lips and sucked on it with all her strength, and that just did me right in. I came as if I'd burst leaks all over my body, the passions pouring out and blowing out of every pore, and her finger rammed in and out of me like a rapid cock while she kept right on sucking my clitoris as if her life depended on it. One climax came and went, another followed hot on its heels, I couldn't breathe, a third one came in its wake, I was losing my mind, and then everything blew up and I was sent soaring into space again, only to come down like a falling leaf.
Anna lay down beside me and caressed my hair and shoulders to ease my gentle descent. "You like that, huh?" she said. "My baby enjoyed herself?"
"Yes, she did," I sighed. "But it's so unfair that I have all the fun while you do all the work."
"That's not so at all ... although I have to admit you have a point," she replied, changing her mind midway through the sentence. "Still, you can make it up to me later."
"How? I mean, what do you like to have done to you?"
"Oh, anything that comes to you," she said casually, but I recalled her excitement when my face had come close to her pussy and her disappointment when I'd pulled away, so I knew damn-well what she liked. It scared me a little to think of myself going down on her. What if she smelled peculiar? And what if I didn't like her taste? Then I'd be down there and she'd be a lot unhappier if I withdrew after trying it. But didn't I owe her something? Hell, after all she had done for me I could at least play the martyr for about five minutes.
And so I began, shyly, unsure of myself, kissing her big breasts and sucking at her nipples until her tautly-arched body and her tense moans indicated it was time for me to go further. I took a deep breath and kissed my way down her firm, rotund belly, wasting time, fingering at her bellybutton, and Anna became more and more restless. She tried to wriggle her pussy into my face, her moans turned into high-pitched supplications, and whenever I advanced an inch she began to sigh as though I had already reached her objective. Her pubic hair brushed my chin, her big legs reared up at either side of me, and I knew if I pulled back now those little white whales would grip me like a vise and force me to eat her. Better to do it voluntarily. I kissed my way through her bushy jungle down to where her flesh became chubby and Anna was already having a ball. It took so little to make her happy, I thought. Now the split of her pussy and the tip of my tongue met, and I hooked it up under there to tug at it desultorily. All kinds of thoughts from the past went through my head: don't touch yourself between your legs, that's dirty ... don't show your pocketbook to anyone and be sure never to let anyone get into it; and jokes about sardines and monthlies, boys smirking at the very mention of pussy ... but Anna had eaten my pussy as though it were the most delicious thing on earth and when I had kissed her after the taste of my juices didn't upset me at all. Were they all wrong and was Anna right? Now was the time to find out.
With a last burst of willpower I let my face slide down the curved hairy flesh, and Anna parted her legs so wide that they extended from her body at right angles, and my tongue dragged down the center to land squarely in her hole. Now I had my first taste of cunt and I still didn't know if I liked it or not. Her moisture was tart and strong and her aroma tended to be stifling. And while it didn't repel me, I figured it was best to keep going. My thumbs opened her cunt right up and my tongue pushed right into her hole the ways hers had gone into mine. Anna moaned loudly and her hips became jerky. And I found that the taste grew on me very quickly. It wasn't sweet or fruit-flavored, it was honest cunt, an acquired taste, and the more of her juice I sucked out of her, the more I got to like it.
Within minutes I had become a pussy addict. I knew it and it scared me but there it was. I loved the tenderness of her inner flesh, the pudgy resilience of her outer lips, I loved the way she responded to every tiny movement of my tongue and the nuzzling of my nose, and her cunt ran over with nectar as if it wanted to regale me with its finest. I drank and swallowed, rubbed my face about in her split pussy, sucked on her clitoris and fingerfucked her, following her lead and my own instincts. I thought of what I would like to have done to me and I did it to her, it was as simple as that. And the orgasmic contortions of the big woman above me were ample proof that I was doing it right.
I became utterly lost between her thighs, wafting through erotic dreams, making love reflexively, and yet inspecting her pussy very carefully. It was a fascinating piece of work, the' ovoid opening of the thick outer lips showing the large pink ragged inner lips flaring out just above the uncertain hole, in which pinkness gave way to mysterious darkness. For some reason I couldn't stop looking at it once it had caught my attention, and I stopped eating her so I could see it all and toy with it to get a better idea of how it worked. A finger slipped into that little open mouth and wormed its way deep inside the warm, smooth cavern of flesh within. Past the entrance muscles she opened up wide and the tip of my finger found her flesh slippery and ribbed. I expected her to complain about my not eating her, but she did quite the opposite. She took my hand and helped me to push it in and pull it out.
"Another one, darling," she sighed. I added a finger to the first one and watched with mounting interest as both of them moved past the pink barriers to lose themselves in that hidden cave. Anna lay right back so that when I looked up all I saw was the slow curve of her belly and the two big tits quivering like puddings. At that moment I wanted to see how many fingers would fit into her body.
I took my time because I didn't want to hurt her or anything. Anna moaned and sighed, and kept her legs wide open. And I worked my two fingers in and out of her cunt until it was too loose for just two. It seemed to beg for three. I bunched them close together and slipped them up her, and it was almost as though her cunt sucked them inside! Whitish dollops of fluid oozed out from between my pushing fingers and her pulsing cunt hole, air got trapped inside her and blurted out when I pulled back far enough, her whole cunt had come alive! Four fingers, I was willing to try anything! And yes, they moved inside her smooth as a piston, right up to the knuckles. My hand turned so that the palm was up and I pushed until only the thumb stuck out of her body. If her cunt would take that much, wouldn't it...?
I added my thumb to the bunch and began afresh. "Oooowwwww darling!" lowed Anna. She moved awkwardly to accommodate my hand, and she sounded desperate. I was sweating and panting, it was hard to get my breath during the excitement, and my own cunt burned for satisfaction with all the verve of an insulted knight. The thickest part of my hand was still outside her body and I began to won der if it were possible-when there was a moist "shoop!" and my hand had disappeared!
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" she cried. I just stared bug-eyed at the sight of my wrist sticking out of her lower belly. Hair surrounded the point of entry but that was all that could be seen of her cunt Surely this had to cause her pain? If it did, Anna was a masochist because she caroled her ecstasy at the top of her lungs, and when I made a fist of my hand to more effectively move it about inside her she just about went crazy! Both of her hands seized that extruding wrist and began to pump it back and forth, fucking herself with my fist until her screams turned to whimpers and her body shivered so violently that I thought her big puddings were going to slide off her chest.
We carried on locked in a trance. She was coming, I was coming, my fist was trapped inside that warm, wet cavern by her cunt muscles that cut off my circulation; feeling disappeared from my fingers, I lost touch with reality, and then she made me twist around so that my fist remained embedded in her pulsating cunt and my pussy sank into her wide-open mouth. She sucked, I fucked, and together we explored the depths of erotica until neither of us could take anymore. "Get off!" she puffed and pushed me away. "Oh God, I can't breathe anymore! Take your fist out of me, good, thanks. Holy shit, it's so stuffy in here." She tottered over to the windows and opened them wide, disregarding the fact that it was broad daylight and people in the opposite apartment building could see right into the bedroom.
I just lay on my back and flexed my fist to get the blood back into it. The exhaustion I felt was unique in my experience. I felt saturated with sex, unable to move, a state of contented apathy prevailed. Anna stretched before the open windows and drew fresh air into her lungs as if she'd been deprived of oxygen for too long. What if my parents could have seen this, I wondered. What if Ted had seen the whole erotic spectacle? They would have keeled over with heart attacks! I grinned at the idea of them having their minds blown, but then it wasn't so long ago that this kind of practice would have shocked me just as much. What was happening to me? Two days away from home and I was fist-fucking a woman! My descent was rapid indeed.
That was wonderful," Anna said, sitting on the side of the bed and gazing deep into my eyes. "You've turned out to be the best lover I've ever had. And you're so young! Women who've done nothing else but sleep with other women for twenty years haven't been able to make me feel this good."
"Really?" I didn't know what that signified but it filled me with mixed emotions. Was I a tramp? No, no, I told myself, I was merely a survivor. Now that Anna had had her fun with me she would put me up for long enough to let me get a start in the big city. That was all that mattered to a survivor.
Certainly she treated me very well. We went out later that day and she brought me clothes and other necessities, she took me to the movies and out to dinner, and when we came home we drank sweet wine and she seduced me beautifully, making love until the two of us fell asleep. And when she had to go to work the next morning she made sure there was plenty for me to snack on. Her apartment was very comfortable and I liked hanging around for the first few days. The easy chairs, the big color TV, her books and games, the jigsaw puzzles she enjoyed putting together, all that kept me content and busy. But I began to resent the fact that she would never give me any money! I asked her for a few dollars so I could take myself to a movie while she was at work and she'd get very vague and postpone the issue. And when I finally got her cornered she said she didn't want to give me cash because she was afraid I would leave her.
"Why should I do that?" I asked.
"Well, you ran away from your parents so why shouldn't you run away from me?" she asked, and suddenly her eyes showed real fear. "You see, I love you Donna, I love looking after you and coming home to you in the evening. We were meant to live together. I even want to marry you! But if I start giving you money what's to stop you from leaving me in the cold?"
"That's ridiculous," I said. "We're friends, if I wanted to leave I would tell you." She gave me a look of anger and disgust and refused to go on with the discussion. And since I didn't want her to be angry, I dropped the subject.
But my boredom with her and the land of life she made me lead, increased as the days rolled by. I started taking long walks through the hilly streets, thinking about my past and future, and I began to think that I could leave her whether I had money or not. After all, I had left home without a penny. I was young and pretty, a lot of men propositioned me on my walks, and it wouldn't take much luck to find one who was more generous than Anna. Anna and Donna-that sounded too pat, anyway. She was too possessive. I enjoyed going to bed with her and learning more about my own body and hers, but I didn't want to be a couple. One evening she had invited a couple to dinner with us, and I had my first chance to observe two female lovers from close-up. The two women played out their respective roles, the husband and the wife, and once I got past thinking that it was funny, it became a little sad. Who would be the femme in Anna and Donna? She would say me, but I had seen her fear and knew now that I could be butch with her and get away with it. That didn't suit me at all.
After a week or so of this, I came home to find the man who lived in the apartment next door, standing at our door. He was trying to get a key into the lock and when I asked him what he thought he was doing he blushed and said he had the wrong apartment. His blush endeared him to me right away. I had seen him from a distance once or twice, a young man with long hair and a beard whose jeans were splattered with paint and whose shoes were encrusted with the stuff, but I hadn't given him much thought. Now that he stood there and blushed I felt my heart going out to him, and I not only accepted his apology, I also agreed to come look at his work.
I grinned at the recollection and turned over in I my bed to see what Thelma was doing. She stood right by the side of the bed and reached high to dust the frame of a picture. This was the first time she had ever dusted beyond the reach of the average eye, and I knew she was doing it to make her dress rise high. From the side I saw her ass bulge out abruptly, a beautiful full curve that made my fingers itch. Memories of Anna and all that she had taught the younger version of me, still had my body in thrall. Woman flesh, soft and smooth, so different from men with their knotted muscles and hairy skin, woman smells going from the tart to the sweet, I recalled them all, every sensation associated with women, and Thelma's ass remained right there in front of to urge me to action.
I reached out and placed my hand on her black ass, resting it there to see how she would respond. The maid threw me a strange look, lacking in expression but for a measure of haughtiness. She was a sassy bitch and she knew how to be the one at the center of attention. I'd seen her do little numbers on Ted, bending this way and leaning that way, until the poor man couldn't help but take an interest in sex-hers, to be exact Not that he would ever go through with his yens. And that wasn't what Thelma was looking for, either. She was getting at me through him. Well, Ted wasn't there and now it was her against me. My hand looked very white in contrast to the deep brown of her ass. She stopped dusting the picture frame and her dress moved back down to halfway along her thighs, but my hand stayed where it was.
"You want me to stand here all day?" she asked archly. "Or you want me to get on with what you pay me for?"
"Stand there a little longer," I said curtly. She was looking for a way to get at me and I wasn't about to open any loopholes. But I certainly enjoyed the feeling of her ass. Her buttock was firm and resilient, yet surprisingly soft considering its shapeliness. Anna's ass had been big and it had tended to slop to the sides. Not Thelma's. Her flanks were dimpled and her hips were narrow. I ran my hand to the lower part of her cheek, stopping when I bore some of her flesh's weight in the palm, squeezing fondly. "That's a nice ass you've got there," I commented.
"Thank you." She just stood there and looked at. me challengingly. "But I've got a lot of work to do, so if you don't mind...."
"I do mind." She stayed where she was and my hand shifted down to her thigh, sliding up and down the smooth flesh and working its way to the inner thigh. I felt the tension of her muscles as my hand slid up higher, the soft rasp of pubic curls against the side of my hand, and then the warm, pudgy flesh of her pussy lips. One finger moved up even further, far enough to get in between those tightly-pressed flaps of skin and into the warm valley they concealed. Thelma still didn't move. I was disappointed by her reaction but in a way I was getting all the woman I wanted. It was like a little romp down memory lane, re-acquainting myself with those long-past joys. I thought of my flings with women fairly often, especially when Ted attempted to make love to me, and how satisfying my fantasies were at those times. Now that I once more had a handful of pussy I wondered if I shouldn't look around for new women friends. Surely the suburbs had to be crammed with lonely ladies who were in my predicament?
"Thank you, Thelma, you can go on with all those urgent tasks now," I said, unable to keep a note of sarcasm out of my voice. Now it was her turn to look disappointed, but she soon got her face back to neutral and left the room. This was turning out to be a most interesting day after all, I thought.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jim, the artist, tall, lean, tanned from his many excursions through the city and the woods in search of subject matter, with blue eyes that missed nothing and an easy charm that swept me off my feet. Once inside his apartment he wasn't blushing anymore, he was in his element! Oh, how he talked. Nothing fancy or florid, he just told me what I wanted to hear. He told me how lovely he thought I was, how he detected a touch of the tiger in my movements, he told me about balance and poise, and about my powerful sex presence. That's how he put it. "Just being in the same room with you sets my teeth on edge," he said. "I don't often get like this. I have friends, close friends, who are women and I could be in the same bed with them and not feel a thing. But with you-phew! t tell you, I can hardly take it!"
"You're just saying that," I parried. I looked over the drawings and paintings on his wall and pretended not to care about his smooth talk. But what I really wanted was to hear more. Jim, on the other hand, was a red-blooded male and what he said counted. His work was good as far as I could tell and his apartment was a mess. There were canvasses all over the place, pots of dirty water and tubes of paint, books and magazines stacked in comers, and in the center he'd piled a few mattresses together and thrown an army surplus blanket over them to make it into a bed. Since there was no other place to sit I had to make myself comfortable on the bed. And after a brief interval he sat down beside me.
"You're staying with that bull dyke next door, aren't you?" he said, his voice soft and urgent now. "I don't know what she's got on you but you can't let her take over your life. You're young and beautiful, don't let her ruin you."
"How could she ruin me? And what's a bull dyke?" I asked.
"She's a lesbian, she likes young girls like you and she hates men. Now I know you're not a lesbian, I can tell! All you need is one good man and you'll see you're wasting your time with her."
"Really?" I thought of uncle Arnie and how wonderful he had made me feel. But then, Anna had done things to me that made Arnie's efforts look pale by comparison. Well, maybe Jim knew different tricks. He was young and strong, who knew what lie was capable of? In any case, I was bored and ready to try anything.
"Sure! And I want to prove it to you," he said, taking me into his arms. He smelled of paint and cigarettes and his beard felt coarse as it brushed against my face. Anna was sweet and soft all over, Jim's arms were hard and muscular. The change was nice. I nestled into him by way of showing my approval and he took my face in hand and kissed me ardently on the lips. I wanted to like him so much that when his moustache tickled my nose I fought desperately not to sneeze. But I couldn't help it.
"I'm sorry, Jim, your moustache...." I said, helpless in the throes of another sneeze. Before I was halfway through it he had gone into the bathroom and at the end of my fit he came back clean-shaven. "Oh Jim, no, I didn't mean for you to do that!" I exclaimed.
"It's nothing. I can grow it back in days," he said, embracing me once again. I melted inside. If a man was willing to go that far for me how could I not give myself to him, body and soul? On top of that, he looked a lot more handsome that way with his strong, square jaw and the resolute set of his mouth. The corners were turned slightly to give him a cruel appearance but then it only served to quicken my pulse. Damn, he was good looking! I returned his kisses with as much ardor as he bestowed on me, thrusting my tongue into his mouth and opening up to him wide, hugging him tightly and breathing in harmony with him.
I couldn't restrain my curiosity. My hand moved down to his lap and felt around for the bulge that was sure to be there. At first I couldn't find a thing. Only after a lot of feeling did I come upon a soft lump in his pants, and when I squeezed it he groaned happily. So there it was. I felt a little disappointed. He was so tall and lean that somehow I had expected him to be as big as uncle Arnie, if not bigger. "Take it out," he whispered, "and make it good and hard for me." So that was it! What a relief! He wasn't hard yet! Pure gratitude alone motivated me to undo his old jeans and to pull them down halfway to his knees. His cock lay curled up in a nest of dark hair, brown up to the edge of the pink ring below his glans, rosy above it. His balls hung low, two fat eggs suspended in a wrinkly sack, and his thigh muscles rippled powerfully when he moved his legs apart to give me a full view of his assets. "Get it hard for me," he urged, and I nodded that I would.
It was so nice to go down on a person and to get something on which to suck and nibble instead of finding a hole. His cock was long and limp, but when I took it into my mouth it grew and grew and grew, just like Pinnochio's nose, and when it had reached its full extension it made Uncle Arnie, Ted, the cop, and the travelling salesman, look like babies! Nine inches, ten maybe, it was impossible to tell! All I knew was that I could fit a third of it in my mouth without trouble and that I was determined to get the rest in somehow.
"Enormous!" I sighed, licking his cock up and down to make it gleam wetly from one end to the other. "Doesn't that hurt girls?"
"Yes, but they like that kind of pain," he said. He was smiling broadly as he watched me pay homage to his cock. My tongue ran over his balls, his knob, the slender, potent stalk, even his belly just to get to know him inside and out. I wanted to sense his masculinity to see what difference it made. Because if Anna were as good a lover as I could expect to find in this life I would stay with her. I had decided I liked her smell and feel better, and that with her I sure as hell couldn't get pregnant. The tip of his cock rested on my lower lip and I exhaled slowly to titillate it with hot air before shutting my mouth on it and mauling his rubbery flesh with both my lips. Jim lay flat on his back, hands behind his head, his eyes half-closed and his mouth slack, just enjoying the action. His cock lay back against his belly, a splendid shaft waiting to be used, and I could hardly wait to find out what would happen when he poked it into me. My pussy was soaking-wet already, as if watering at the mouth!
"Oooohhh Jim!" I groaned, giving him head the best way I knew how, "You're so big! You could never fit in me, never!"
"Well manage somehow," he said vaguely. His body twisted this way and that and getting his cock sucked, he seemed too happy for words. I knew that look from my limited past experience and I knew that it wouldn't take much to persuade him to blow in my mouth. But that wouldn't answer the many questions I had about sex. No, no, I wasn't going to let him get off that easily. I let go of his dick and stood up to take off my clothes. Jim looked disturbed for a moment but he found my strip most interesting, too. "Look at those lines," he said, assessing me with an eye that squinted over the tip of his extended thumb. "I'd really like to paint you soon, Donna, a nude study, yeah, I could really work into those curves. You have to sit for me, okay?"
"Okay, but later," My clothes fell to the floor and I crawled back onto the bed next to him, pressing my body against him to let him know it was his turn. He took my hand and made it rub his cock. That was fun, too, but I soon discovered that he didn't like it rubbed too hard. It had to be just so, nice and gentle, moving the skin over the edge of his glans and maintaining a steady rhythm. Only when he had me doing it the right way did he turn to me. Now his hands slid along the contours of my body, sampling my flesh here and there, squeezing, touching me reverently in all those places where Anna had wined and dined for hours on end, places that were very much more sensitive now than they had been a week earlier. I caved in whenever he touched me, my resistance crumbling like mighty cliffs tumbling into a roaring stream and dissolving out of sight. He was a bit rough and awkward but that made it all the spicier. And when he touched my cunt he took the whole thing into the palm of his hand and squeezed it as though it were a sponge. Then he brought his hand to his face, sniffed at it, and ran his tongue along the moistened section with relish, all the while looking at me. "Yum, yum," he said.
I blushed a little but I hoped he meant it. How would he eat me? Not like Anna, no, he'd be more impetuous, hungrier. And when he did get down to it he proved me right, eating me with big bites and licking me with generous strokes of his fully-extended tongue. He pushed my legs back so that my cunt bulged out at him and his long, strong tongue dove right into the gaping hole down there, pushing and shoving until I thought he was already fucking me.
"Now!" I moaned, wriggling my body so as to beckon his cock to come closer. His hardness and his strength, even his selfishness, had inflamed my appetites precisely because he was Anna's opposite. He was going at it for his own pleasure and he would fuck me in the same way; but while he pursued his climax I was sure to get mine. "Come on, Jim, do it to me now! I can't wait any longer!"
"Here we go, then," he said through clenched teeth. He held my legs back so that my knees pressed hard into the clavicles and he reared up over me like a stallion, bringing his cock nearer to my throbbing pussy. From where I lay I had a great view of that swollen knob approaching its goal, and for a moment I regretted that I wouldn't be able to bring him off in my mouth. But it was hardly a sacrifice. That big knob slipped into my distended hole, so wet and open from his vigorous tonguing, and then he grunted hard and pushed the rest up me with one big shove. I let out a cry of pain but oh! how good that big cock felt! It filled me choc-a-bloc with hard meat and his pubic bone gnashed into my clitoris with such force that it caused the rest of me to reel dizzily. No, this was the best, the ultimate, the rest was only foreplay!
"Oh darling, darling, darling!" I heard myself cry out. "Give it to me good, give it all to me, oh you're so big, so hard! Fuck me hard now! OOOOOOOOO-WOOOOOO-WOOOHHHHHH YES!! PUSH IT RIGHT IN! OH YOU STUD! YES, YES, YES, I LOVE IT!!"
And I wasn't lying. His cock rode in and out of me speedily, hardly giving me time to take a breath in between the delicious eruptions of pleasure that welled up from deep down in my loins: big colored clouds of fun that blotted out everything else. I yelled and I writhed, but most of all I concentrated on all the wonderful feelings he created in me. I was so glad that I had found a man who could make me feel that nice. I wrapped myself around him and told him how great he was, how big he was, and then it got too much for me and gibberish replaced compliments.
Jim just fucked and fucked. He said nothing, just panted and grunted, driving his dick into my sloshing pussy and spraying the juice over my thighs. What a worker! I was so impressed and so grateful that I wanted to give myself to him totally. My legs flailed wildly about in the air, open as far as they could go, my arms hugged him tightly to my chest so that his hard muscles aroused my nipples to the bursting point, and suddenly he was the-one talking gibberish. "Hold it, hold it, oh Jesus, wait, wait, no, here comes, hold on, yeah, too late, OOOHHH BABY! HERE IT IS!!" And with that he released his load inside me to flood my pussy with the warm cream of his balls, filling me up and soothing the raw emotions that came in the wake of my violent climax. We lay in a sweaty huddle, panting like racers at the finish line, and I kept kissing his face and moving my hips until he told me to stop. "It gets sensitive when it's over," he explained, and I felt very foolish.
As thoroughly as he had fucked me, I still had lots of energy left, and nothing would have made me happier than to have him resurrect his limp cock for a second session. But Jim lit his pipe and puffed at it while sitting in the center of his bed in the lotus position, and the expression on his face showed that he was satisfied with the day's work. I had to express my affection for him somehow. It was too embarrassing to voice my feelings for Wm but I wanted to suck his cock or lass him all over or just toy with him, anything for contact. But when I placed my hand on his thigh and made a grab for his cock he gave me a look of irritation and pushed my hand away.
"Can I make you some lunch?" I asked. "How about a cup of coffee? Don't you want anything?"
"Well, to tell the truth I don't have anything," he said. "My work hasn't been selling all that well lately and I had to buy a lot of materials the other day."
"But how do you eat?" I asked. "You can't just starve!"
"Oh, I manage," he shrugged and gave me a helpless little smile. I couldn't let it go at that. Anna had tons of food and it wasn't right that we should have so much while he had so little. I invited him to come into my apartment and after some hesitation he followed me to Anna's kitchen. She wasn't due home for a few hours yet so I Went all-out for him, cooking a lunch that would have impressed even my mother. It was a treat to see him eat and drink to his heart's content. I didn't eat, I just sat there watching him put it all away. When I had cleared away the dishes and washed them, I went back to his place and cleaned up for him. This strange restlessness had me in its grip and I couldn't stop myself even though physically I was tired. It seemed to please Jim so much to see me sweeping and washing.
Just after five I knew I had to make my move if I were going to get him before Anna came home. He was still in the center of the bed, his favorite spot apparently, sucking on his pipe and staring at the painting he had standing on the easel. "I have to go now, Jim," I said. He nodded and waved. "Do you want me to come back tomorrow?" He nodded again. "Hey Jim, shall I kiss you goodbye?" He proffered his cheek, his eyes far away, his mind doubtlessly plotting the intricacies of yet another work of art. "No, not there-down there!" Now he emerged from his ruminations and eyed me strangely. I took that as consent and right away I went down on my knees and unzipped his paint-encrusted jeans. Jim offered me no resistance but he didn't seem all that enthusiastic. I figured that could be changed.
His cock came out limp and smelling of my pussy, and when I took it into my mouth it felt so good that I didn't care if he ever got hard. I suckled it like a pacifier, chomping on it with my lips guarding his flesh against my teeth, drawing it out and swallowing it whole, playing with it using my tongue, and Jim just sat there and let me have my way. I couldn't have asked for more. My face was buried in his lap and my nostrils twitched as the aroma of his manly sweat and the remains of my pussy juice rose from his hairs. His cock grew very, very slowly, a throb at a time, filling my mouth with soft flesh, then firm flesh, and finally hard, pulsing meat that made me quiver all over. Now my head moved up and down and my lips dragged along his smooth cock skin, masturbating him with my lips. Jim remained cool for a long time, even after his cock had swelled back up to its magnificent maximum. But when my tongue spiraled up and down the length of it he began to relax and go with it.
Out of the corner of my eye I checked the time. Ten minutes left before Anna came home. I had to hurry! She detested Jim. Not that she ever said so right out, but when she mentioned him she always pulled a face. I'd keep my secret for as long as I could just so I could have her and him all to myself. How perfect that would be, Anna all the evening long and Jim during the day! I shivered again and set to sucking him off with extra energy. Jim reclined luxuriously and let me lick his dick for all I was worth. His cock stood up out of his crumpled jeans like a beacon and I was attracted to it like a moth. Fluttering all around, kissing and licking and touching it with my fingernails, adoring the mighty phallus and regaling it with my finest tricks, all-the-while hoping he would come and yet also hoping he would never come so I could suck him off forever.
But he came just as I was licking the base of his cock, and white juice blew up into the air only to alight all over my face like a shower of cream, thick dollops that dribbled very slowly along my nose and cheeks, and when it reached my lips my tongue flicked out to collect it and taste it. I licked my way to the top, cleaning him of his sperm and sucking the rest out of that little slit at the top of his dick. The whey saltiness made me crave more, and my fingers closed around his cock to jerk more out of him, squeezing and vacuuming until he made me stop again. "That's enough now, baby, let it rest," he said Again that thread of irritation in his voice. Hadn't I pleased him? I must have because he had cornel It was confusing but I didn't dare ask him what the trouble was.
"I have to go now, Anna will be home in a minute," I said. He sneered and turned his back to me when I left his apartment. What an odd fellow, I thought, but what a wonderful lay! I could hardly wait for the next day to come so I could see him again. Just as I turned the key to the apartment door, I heard the elevator door slide open. I hurried inside and closed the door as softly but as quickly as I could. Sure enough, it was Anna. She came in before I had a chance to wash myself, and then she took me into her arms to give me one of those deep, long kisses. I was scared and tense but I did my best to act normal. Suddenly she stopped kissing me and sniffed at my face.
"What's this!" she demanded. "You've got come on your face! How did that happen? Did you blow some guy, you fucking little bitch? Answer me!" I was too scared to say anything. Anna's eyes spelled trouble with capital letters. "What else did you do? Come here!" She tore at my clothes and sent me sprawling back on the floor. My legs opened and she stuck her nose right up my pussy for a big whiff. "He fucked you, too! Jesus Christ, can't I turn my back on you for a minute? Or did he force you to do it?" Her voice became soft and wheedling now. "Is that it, my poor little darling? Were you raped? Tell me who did it and I'll kill the son of a bitch!"
"No, it's not his fault." My first urge was to protect Jim. "It was me, I was bored sitting home all alone with no money or anything. But it won't happen again, Anna, I swear it!"
She sat down heavily and began to cry. Perhaps I should have told her it was rape. But she was likely to go off half-cocked and call the cops oil even take the law into her own hands. It was weird to see her cry. She was such a big strong woman and yet she looked like a little girl at that moment. I went over to her and comforted her as best I could, and she responded to kindness. Soon her tears had dried and she was fondling me and kissing me again, even smiling with relief. For the first time I realized that she was really crazy about me, and that I could get away with almost anything!
Just to make sure she wouldn't bear grudges I gave Anna her favorite workout that evening. She kept a long rubber dildo in a secret drawer, about twelve inches in all and easily six inches around. It was shaped just like a cock except that the features had been grossly exaggerated, thick veins that lay along the surface like telephone cables, a knob that would choke a horse, and of course it was much longer than any cock I had ever seen. The few times I had used it on Anna she had only let me put half of it to her.
And when she had cleared up after dinner I told her to go into the bedroom and to undress. She lit up at that and rushed into the bedroom to get ready. I had a cigarette first so she would build herself up for a bit, and I thought that the roles had certainly changed since I had moved in with Anna. In a way she wanted to be the boss but she liked me so much that she didn't want to take any risks. I only had to frown or pout and she'd be on her knees, begging me not to take it personally or whatever. My respect for her had diminished in inverse proportions but ft suited me to have her so respectful of my wishes. If she ever stopped to think about it she would see that I had a lot more to lose by upsetting her than she had.
The time had come. I stubbed out the cigarette and entered her room. Anna lay on the bed, naked, her face gleaming with expectation, her legs spread apart so that her hairy muff split in the center and. the pinkness indicated the spot where I would start the routine. I took the big rubber dildo out of the drawer and slipped it against my palm a couple of times, just like a cop threatening someone with his nightstick. Anna shivered and looked up at me with dewy eyes. "Be gentle, darling," she whispered. I thought back to the night when I had fist-fucked her and grinned. A donkey had to be gentle but I couldn't injure her.
I reached out and squeezed her big cunt once just to see another thrill ripple through her body. Then I sat on the bed, my legs over one of hers, leaning on an elbow so that I had a clear shot at her cunt. One finger -rimmed her for a moment, testing for wetness. "Very dry," I said. "Are you sure you're in the mood for this, Anna?"
"Oh I am, I am!" she exclaimed. "You know how I love it when you do this to me. Go on, darling, make me wetter, you can do it so easily."
"Then lie still." I bent over and casually kissed her cunt. She tenses up for a moment and then, with a deep sigh, she relaxed utterly. Now the moisture appeared at that gaping little mouth at the bottom of her hairy maw and all I had to do was flick her clitoris with my tongue to make it stand up and get her cunt to drench itself. I knew her body very well, so well that I could operate it the way a seamstress used a sewing machine. A fiddle here and a tickle there, and Anna was putty in my hands.
Her pussy was opening up like a sunflower in the morning. My fingers kept entering and leaving her hole, widening it and spreading her juice around the rim, and my tongue lavished her clitoris with rapid-fire licking that made her groan like an old ship at sea. The big dildo lay by my side and a small jar of fragrant lubricant stood next to it. Not long now. Anna gasped her way through the first climax, a kind of primer that got the rest of her in gear. When three fingers were able to slide in and out without resistance I knew she was ready.
I smeared some of the lubricant over the giant knob, turning it from matt-black to shining ebony, and then I held it up like an Amazon's trophy before Anna. She looked at it with eyes made glassy by an overdose of excitement. "Now then, open wide!" I said. Her big legs pulled away from each other like whales swimming in opposite directions, and the gleaming knob came to rest against the lower section of her cunt. Her hole was obscured by the artificial member but one push got it settled into the correct depression. Both my hands gripped at the rubber cock and pushed it forward like a ramrod. Anna was struggling. Her feet were flat on the bed and she was lifting her ass up to make her cunt hole bigger. This was the best part for me. I worked that big thing into her with callous thrusts and insensitive pushes, gritting my teeth and chortling at her anguish. But then she took a deep, agonized breath and the helmet moved inside to be trapped by her nipping cunt muscles.
"Oh my God!" she sighed. "It's getting bigger every day, Donna, I swear, it's growing!"
"This dildo or your cunt?" I asked.
"Don't be awful to me," she said absently. I smeared more lubricant on the shaft so as not to chafe her innards, and then I began to push it right up her, working it back and forth to let the thing blaze a trail for itself. Anna rollicked about on the bed and carried on like a cow getting mounted by the biggest bull in the lot. A quarter of the big cock was up her and I was going for broke. She could protest as much as she wanted, she was going to take the full twelve inches! In and out, shoving it up her as though I were stoking a giant boiler. Sweat drenched my clothes; I sat on my knees between her legs and leaned in to add my body's weight to the dildo. In and out. Her cunt slurped and stretched. In and out. Now her pussy disappeared altogether but for a ring of hair, and then it came back up, bulging pinkly as the outer lips folded back. I was having a. ball.
"Easy now, easy," puffed Anna. "It's starting to hurt me, darling. Let it rest for a minute."
"No, no, this is it," I said, pushing even harder. Tonight you're going to lose it."
"You can't be serious!" If she'd had the energy she would have pushed me off the bed but her gesture stopped halfway through and she sank back to plead with me from her pillow. That's far too big. Donna, please, it's dangerous to go too far. You wouldn't want to hurt me, would you?"
"I only want to make you happy," I said snidely, and now the dildo moved in beyond the halfway point. Already Anna's cunt had swallowed more than it had ever held before. I pulled it out until only the tip of the rubber knob touched her and I could see the relief relax her. Not' for long. I pushed it right up her again, so hard that about eight inches disappeared into her body. It was like a boa constrictor wriggling into her body, fucking her ultimately, and I was just holding its tail so the beast wouldn't whip her thighs into a bloody pulp. Anna's face expressed fear and pain, and her hands tried to pull the snake out of her body, but the boa kept right on going.
I left enough sticking out of her cunt to make it possible to retrieve it, and sat back to watch what she would do. Her body was shaking and jerking up and down, her mouth was wide open and her eyes tightly shut, struggling intently under the pressure of that oversized snake. She didn't seem to be making that much progress so I came in closer and began to tickle her clitoris with one rapid finger. That helped her. Now the pain was forgotten and ecstasy swamped her. She Just lay there breathing in, that was all she could do until her body was rocked by an explosive climax, after which she rolled over on her belly and cocked her ass up at me to remove the dildo.
I pulled the giant cock out of her and looked at her yawning cunt in awe. A big hole had formed between her legs, big enough to swallow my fist in one go. And when the light hit her in a certain way I could see some distance into her cunt, shiny pinkness fading away into mysterious blackness. I felt my own orifice and it was tiny compared to hers. Women were really adaptable, I thought, but at the same time I shuddered at the idea that someone might ever open me that wide.
"That was very naughty of you," Anna said, "but I'm glad you did it. I thought it would kill me at first but then it became such a sweet, fulfilling sensation that I didn't care if it killed me or not. You really ought to try it."
"No, thanks." I took off my clothes and crawled into bed next to her. It had been along day and I wanted to rest up so I'd be pretty for Jim the next day. Anna took me into her arms and cuddled me but I wriggled out of her grip and turned my back on her. I didn't want to think about her-it was Jim I wanted, his long, hard arms and his long cock! Anna didn't seem to realize that. She turned out the light and started to feel up up. I tolerated her hands for as long as I could, but then, I'd had enough. "Please, Anna, I'm dead-tired. Can't you let me get some sleep?"
"Oh, sorry," she said sarcastically. "I know you've got a hard day ahead of you and all that. What do I know about the rigors of sitting home all day?"
"It's not that, I'm just exhausted, that's all."
"Sure, sure." Nothing more was said but the tension was still there when we woke up the next morning. She didn't say a word to me and I didn't know how to break the ice. I lay in bed and watched the big woman go through her morning routine. Her body had no appeal for me any longer. I could only think of Jim and his hairy arms, the way he had shaved off his beard, his ice-blue eyes, and that fascinating new toy between his legs. It was as though Anna looked deficient to me, that there ought to be something dangling between her legs.
She must have sensed my withdrawal because she came home from work that evening with presents for me. A new dress, some beautiful earrings, shoes, things that would normally have made me jump for joy. But I was depressed, nothing could cheer me up. Jim hadn't been home all day. I had knocked on his door a dozen times in the course of the day, and I was wondering if he had been trying to avoid me. Didn't he like me? How could he not? I was young and pretty, and I was willing to do anything for him! Anna was disappointed with my cool reaction to her presents, so she tried in other ways to cheer me up and to draw me closer to her. My favorite meal, sweet wine, a movie afterward, and when we came home she made no demands on me. Strangely enough, the more she tried to be nice to me, the less I felt inclined to do anything in return.
I hardly slept that night. I kept my eyes closed though, in case Anna noticed that I was still awake. Other than that I was as far removed from going to sleep as a person could be. On the other side of the wall lived Jim, so near-yet so far away. What was he doing? Did he have another girl? I kept seeing visions of Jim rolling about on that grubby mattress with someone else, a blonde beauty whose breasts were bigger than mine, and it was driving me crazy! I wanted him so much, why didn't he want me?
As soon as Anna left the next morning I got out of bed, slipped on a robe, and went over to his apartment. At first there was no response to my knocking but when I kept it up the door suddenly opened. Jim stood there in a pair of old shorts, his eyes red from sleep, his hair tousled, but all I could do was look over his shoulder to see if there were someone else in his bed. There wasn't! A sigh of relief escaped me.
"What do you want?" he asked. He didn't try to hide his irritation but I was so happy that I'd found him alone, that I didn't care about it.
"I just wanted to see you again," I said. "Yon weren't home yesterday and I didn't know if you were alright."
"Of course I'm all right. But an artist has to work now and then, and that's what I was doing. Now it's time for me to sleep so I wish you'd give me a chance."
"But when can I see you again?"
"I'll call you." He closed the door on me and I went back to my bedroom. I knew there was no reason to be happy and yet I was. He had spoken to me, he said he'd call me! I'd be so happy if he did! But until he did there was nothing for me to do. I didn't even consider making the bed or washing the breakfast dishes. Anna would do that when she came home from work. No, I only had to sit around the apartment in my robe and dream about the moment when Jim would summon me. An hour or so was given over to making myself beautiful for him and then I sat some more, staring out the windows and smoking, waiting for the master.
I sat up in bed and lit another cigarette. That period in my life had been painful at the time but when I looked back on it I couldn't help but grin at my silliness. I'd been so crazily in love with Jim, and where did it get me?
"Aren't you getting up today? It's noon already and I still have some cleaning to do in here." Thelma re-entered the room, hands on hips, daring me to wallow for just another second.
"You can make the bed if you want," I sighed, "But that's all that needs to be done." I got out of the bed, nude now, aware that my pussy hair was matted and slick against my cunt from the lingering and the juiciness, and aware that she would notice. Her eyes rested between my legs for a moment longer than was decent, and when she looked up at me she seemed to be smiling but I couldn't be sure.
"Nothing like taking it easy on yourself," she observed. "But you're gonna get yourself a case of writer's cramp if you keep that up too long, girl."
"I'm just travelling down memory lane and letting my fingers do the walking," I retorted. That shocked her for a second but she turned to the bed and began making it professionally. Her back was to me and her lower cheeks were sticking out from under the hem, arousing me just that little bit more. This time she'd have to make the move. It was her turn.
CHAPTER SIX
Jim didn't call me that day. When Anna came home she found me in a dreadful mood. She kept her distance and just tried to please me in every way possible without intruding. Evening came, still no word from him. I sat in front if the TV set and fumed to myself. He had betrayed me! We went to bed in silence. Anna saw that there was no point in talking to me, so she turned over and went to sleep. I lay wide awake on the other side of the wall which came between me and my lover.
The decision came upon me out of nowhere. If Jim wouldn't call on me I'd call on him! Anything was better than spending another long, miserable night without him. Anna was snoring softly so I snuck out of bed, put on the robe, and went out into the hallway to knock on his door. No answer. But I was sure he was home! I knocked louder, more insistently, there were tears running down my face, I had to see him and right away! I had to bang on the door before he would open up, and as soon as the door was ajar I threw my weight against it and crashed into his apartment. Everything was in darkness. Jim muttered obscenities and flicked on the lights. He was naked and angry and there was someone in his bed.
"Who is that!" I yelled, pointing at the bundle of blankets. "Why haven't you called me! I've been waiting all day and all night and now I find you're sleeping with someone else! You bastard!"
"That's my little brother-" Jim said wearily. "He came by yesterday afternoon and that's why I didn't call you. That's the truth, baby."
"Oh sure." I walked over to the bed and pulled at the blankets until a boy emerged from them. He was about fifteen and he looked a little like Jim, so I accepted that he was his brother. Still, I resented him for being in the way and I gave him such a dirty look that he pulled the covers back over his face.
"Come on out, Jerry, let the lady see you," said Jim. He had relaxed now and seated himself on the foot of the bed. "Stand up, show yourself off to her."
"But I don't have any clothes on, Jimmy!"
"Never mind, nor has she, under that robe." The boy stood up shyly, his hands placed in front of his dick, and in spite of my bad mood I felt a rush at the sight of his loveliness. It seemed odd to me to think in such terms but he was lovely. His body hadn't filled out yet, it was slender and a little awkward, but his skin was flawless, and those blue eyes of his had lashes that made me envious! Dark hair cascaded over his forehead, down his temples and down to his shoulders, and when he pushed a lock out of the way I could see his little dick, so pink and cute that it made my mouth water. He had as little hair around his pubic area as I did, less even, and suddenly I found it very hard to be angry with him.
"Jerry is still a virgin," Jim said matter-of-factly, Perhaps we can solve his problem tonight?"
"Huh? Oh sure, yes, I guess so," I said, still entranced by the beautiful young boy. He was only a year or two younger than me but it seemed to make such an enormous difference now. I'd been through the mill in the past two weeks, I had grown up in a hurry. But Jerry glowed with innocence. He sat back down and watched as I took off my robe. Yes, that was fine with me. If that young boy wanted to know what women were like I would be happy to let him find out. I shivered at the thought of being explored by his hands, of having him pry in all the nooks and crannies of my body, and of being the butt of his bottled-up lust. Besides that, it might make Jim like me more and perhaps he wouldn't be so thoughtless toward me after that.
"Let him touch you," said Jim. "Go on, Jerry, look her over, see how you like her." The boy was very shy but he was also eager. He moved toward me and looked into my eyes to see if I approved, and when I nodded he took my breasts into his hands and squeezed them carefully, as if he were afraid they would come off, but he lost his shyness pretty quickly. He found that my breasts were fixed in place and that made him squeeze me all the more boldly. I liked that but he tended to cause me pain with his I'll-modulated passions. At first he concentrated entirely on my tits, kissing them and nestling between them, playing baby, and he made me feel quite maternal for a time.
Now he moved on. His cock stood up hard and pulsing, a pink version of an adult cock, and again its cuteness infected me with an urgent desire to suck him off! Instead I ran a solitary finger along its stiffness and let him go his way. He had taken my cunt in-hand and squeezed it appreciatively. He not only wanted to feel it, he wanted to see it, too, and so he asked me to he on my back and spread my legs so he could play doctor. That wasn't the way he put it but that's certainly how I felt. He probed and pried without any sense of method. Jerry had so much to learn, I thought, directing his finger to my clitoris and instructing him to rub that spot. "That's what women like," I told him. 'If you rub them there, they're yours to keep."
"Really?" He started to rub my clit too hard and I slowed him down a little until he was doing it just the way I wanted. Now I was beginning to have real fun. Just the idea of lying on Jim's bed and having his younger brother masturbating me, was enough to push me into a patch of orgasmic turbulence.
"That's very good," I told him, my voice strained now. "Oh yes, my darling, rub me right there! And start licking my pussy a little on the same spot, see how you like that."
"Never mind about all that shit!" Jim's voice cut through my reverie. "You just go ahead and explore, Jerry, don't listen to her."
"But it's important that he knows stuff like that!" I protested.
"It's important to you, not to him. Go on, Jerry, fuck her, stick your thing in her and go for your life." The only way I could interpret his interference was that he was getting jealous, and that cheered me up. But still, it was very peculiar that he didn't want his brother to learn how to please women. The boy obeyed him at once and clambered on top of me, his body taut with eagerness and virility, and I got this feeling that a time bomb was being inserted into my cunt. His little dick slipped in easily and it felt comfortable inside, no strain, no real pressure. I wrapped my arms about him and steadied him as he began to fuck me furiously. "Take it easy, I whispered so Jim wouldn't hear, "just go nice and slow feel what you're doing to me, experience every stroke, that's the boy, yes, that's excellent. Push it right in, all the way, far as you can. Oh yes, Jerry, that's beautiful!"
He followed my instructions as well as he could but eventually the urgency of the act got the better of him and he began picking up speed again. In and out, fast as a jackrabbit, panting, exclaiming "Wow!" now and then as the excitement got the upper hand. All I could do was hang onto his flexing buns and try to steer him into the center. He came but that didn't stop him. Jim told him to take a break and still he fucked on. Fifteen years of virility fell due and I was the collector. He didn't have the skill or the rhythm to get me too high but I was happy to be where I was, and to make the time pass even more interestingly I began to experiment on him. I squeezed his buttocks and caressed the muscular bulges under his smooth skin, I pulled his buns apart and ran a finger along the valley between them, teasing his asshole a little and wondering what would happen if I were to finger him there.
The boy seemed to like my fiddling around down there, so I decided to give it a try. I expected his asshole to be as resistant as mine and that the sphincters would tighten against all intruders. But when the tip of my finger touched him there I felt something smooth and oily, and at the first push his anus opened easily to admit my entire finger! I couldn't work that out at all. Was he born different from me? Or perhaps all men were loose. I moved my finger about inside him and it was so oily and slick there, just like my cunt when it was really hot, even more so actually. Jerry was groaning and wiggling his ass so that his cock moved about in my pussy like a bell's clapper. That was nice for me and good for him, so I kept on fingerfucking him with two fingers, shoving them in and out just as he pushed his dick in me and withdrew it for the next launching. How could he be so juicy back there? The question reverberated through my mind until other, more interesting matters displaced it for the time being. Jerry was moving so fast and erratically that I began to feel like coming but couldn't quite make it. My climax came close to me and just as I reached for it, it slipped out of reach. I couldn't depend on Jerry to make the right moves and for that reason I couldn't trust him, couldn't relax enough to let go.
Only when he had shot his second load and lay on top of me panting and sweating, with his cock throbbing deep inside me, did I get a chance. Two fingers fucked his asshole, causing enough motion to keep my pussy aquiver. He felt so smooth against me, so sexy, that it was almost like fucking a cross between Anna and Jim. I closed my eyes and let my fantasies roam where they wanted to, working myself up to fever-pitch, and just before his cock shrunk away I came and came and came! Very silently, though. I didn't want Jim to interfere with what I was doing. . "Oh boy!" I said, when the last, echo of passion had died away. "That was something, wasn't it?"
"Yes, it was great!" said Jerry. He shook his head to clear it of the little doze he'd had, and rolled off me. "Thanks, Jimmy, that was super!"
Hair stuck to my forehead. I brushed it away and in doing so my hand passed near enough to my nose for it to pick up on a familiar smell. Covertly I took another sniff. There was the strong smell of the boy's ass, stifling, sweaty, like wet soil; and the familiar smell, something like wheat germ. What the hell was it? Mixed in with those two was the clearly recognizable scent of baby oil, but what was the other one? Of course! It was sperm. Now how did sperm get in the boy's asshole? That was the question that stumped me. He was Jim's brother, so it wouldn't be anything strange they might have done. Perhaps the boy had had a wet dream. Yes, that was it. I'd heard about wet dreams from a friend of mine who had told me boys come in the middle of the night without using their hands or anything. Yes, of course.
"Now for the main course," said Jim. He was hard now and he came toward me with his intentions all too clear. "Get ready, baby, if you liked Jerry you're going to love this." I wasn't sure if I was ready for him but I welcomed him with open arms anyway. His cock slipped in easily because my pussy was filled with his brother's sperm, and when he fucked me it didn't feel all that different in terms of size. But I was so happy to have Jim in my arms again that nothing else mattered: He liked me, he liked me! He was fucking me so well, too, putting his cock in from all angles, driving it right up me and giving it that extra little shove that made his pubic bone gnash into my clitoris. Jerry sat on the bed beside us and watched closely. If he'd had a pad and pencil he would have been taking notes. I placed my hand on his soft little dick and squeezed it fondly. This was true happiness!
A knock on the door hardly registered with me. Jerry got up to open the door and it never occurred to me to caution him. Jim thought of it but it was too late. "Don't open-" I heard him yell, just as Anna burst into the apartment.
"You bastard!" Anna came toward us with one fist balled, ready to strike. I thought she was coming at me and quickly scrambled out from under Jim to head for the furthest corner in the room. But it was Jim she wanted. He jumped up and got ready to meet her attack. Strong as she was, she couldn't bluff him. She stopped a few feet away from him and dropped her fist, only to swing her tongue into action. "You had to seduce my little girl, didn't you? You couldn't leave us alone. You're nothing but a vicious faggot!"
"Get out of here you fat bitch!" Jim said coldly. "She wanted it and she got it. Why should that matter to you?"
"Because she's miner wailed Anna. How old she looked to me now, how pathetic. I couldn't go to bed with her again. There were tears on her face, her eyes were red and her hair was all over the place. She had on-an old bathrobe and it hung open to show one of her large tits, with the nipple pointing straight at the floor. Jerry stood some distance away from her and it was impossible not to contrast the boy's beauty with Anna's lack of it. How could I have liked her in the first place? "And now you've ruined it between us!"
"So what!" Jim looked at me, then at Jerry with a sneer. "What can you do for her, anyway?"
"Whatever it was, sonny, your mother sure liked it!" Anna shot that one in with icy calm, and now it was Jim's turn to crumble.
"You dirty fucking bitch!" he fumed, rushing at her. "Get the fuck outta here before I throw you out!" He grabbed her by the waist and tried to bodily push her out of the apartment. But Anna pushed him away and made her last stand.
"Don't bother coming back, bitch," she told me. "You'll find your clothes in the hallway. You're on your own again." I didn't say anything. She had made Jim look bad for a minute and that bothered me. I wanted my images to remain whole! She walked out and slammed the door after herself, and I realized that I was at Jim's mercy. He knew it, too.
"Now you're on my shoulders," he said with a touch of bitterness. "Don't worry, Donna, I won't throw you out. Not as long as you do as you're told, anyway. Now come to bed and let's get some sleep. Jerry has to get up early."
I fell asleep on one side of him and Jerry on the other. Jim lay in between us on his back, hands behind his head, basking in his popularity. My sleep was anything but untroubled. I had to get some money! That was foremost on my mind. Without money I was Jim's slave and I didn't trust him with my life. In fact, I didn't trust him as far as I could throw him, and yet that was probably the reason why I was so crazy about him.
In the morning he was civil enough to bring in the clothes Anna had left in the corridor. He dumped them in a corner of his apartment and took Jerry to the bus station. "Tidy up a bit while I'm gone." he said in parting, "and see what you can get together for breakfast." That was easier said than done. His kitchen was a mockery of everything culinary. The mess was immense and deep-rooted. I would have to begin with the floorboards and work my way up. First I collected all the dirty laundry, shoving it into a big linen bag. Then garbage, old magazines, newspapers, anything that didn't look useful went into a plastic bag. Once that was done the apartment didn't look cleaner, just bare. Apart from his paints and canvases, and that musty bunch of mattresses, he really didn't own anything. As for his larder, all it contained were cans of peas. I began to long for Anna's opulence, the comfort of her apartment, and her color TV. The one Jim owned was an old black and white one that had a contracted picture. I turned it on to a game show for company and worked on.
He came back an hour later with some eggs and bread, which he gave me as if I could do anything with them. "Let's see, peas, eggs, and bread," I said, "that ought to make quite a meal. Now how do you want your peas, deep fried or raw?" There was only one pan in his kitchen and that was for frying.
"What?" Jim looked at me with anger in his eyes. "How do I know, bitch! I said to have breakfast ready, didn't I? Well, where the fuck is it? I'm hungry!"
"But Jim, it's impossible-"
"Bullshit!" He slapped me once, twice, stinging blows that brought the tears to my eyes. "You're living off me now and I want you to earn your way. I don't want to come home to hear you bitching! Give me those fucking eggs, go on, get out of my way." He stormed into the kitchen and fixed himself an omelet. He ate it in front of me and when he was done he asked, "Hungry, dear? Well, why don't you fry some peas and put them on bread?"
"That's not fair!" I cried. "Why should you treat me this way? I'd do anything for you as long as you treat me like a human being."
"You're not a human being. You're a cunt on legs. Now take off your clothes, cunt, and show it to me. Quick or I'll slap you about some more." I hated pain more than anything so I took off my clothes and he made me stand beside him with my belly pushing out and my cunt within his reach. "That's better. That's what you are, right there, the sum total of your existence." As he spoke he pushed his finger into my cunt and moved it in and out to accentuate his meaning. He kept it up me and looked me right in the eyes. "Are we agreed? Are you a cunt?"
I didn't answer him, too angry to speak. But then he took my labia between his thumb and the finger inside my cunt, and squeezed it so hard that I cried, "Ouch! Yes, yes, we're agreed! Just don't hurt me!" "Tell me you're a cunt."
"I'm a cunt. OOOOWWWWWWCCCHHHHH!! TM A CUNT, JIM, I'M NOTHING BUT A CUNT. don't HURT ME!!"
"That's right, a big pussy." He took his hand away from me and fit up his pipe. "Now suck my dick and be quick about it. I'm going to time you and if you don't get me off within five minutes I'm going to punish you." I resented his cold, authoritative tone but at least this was a task I'd enjoy carrying out. Quick as a wink I was under the table undoing his pants and I popped his cock into my mouth to suck and lick it. When his dick was in my mouth I could forget my miserable circumstances. And there under the table, with a cheap plastic tablecloth to shelter me from the world, I could let my fantasies range widely. "Come on, slut, suck it!" I heard him say irritably. His cock was hard now, so I knew I was doing all right. But he wanted to come in a hurry, so I grabbed hold of the base of his cock and started to jerk him off while I sucked. The master didn't like that. He slapped my hand away and ordered me to do it orally only.
I tried my best. His whole cock went into my mouth so that his knob lodged in between my throat muscles, and I regulated my breathing so well that I was actually able to use those muscles for his pleasure. My lips pursed tightly around his stalk and moved the skin just the way he liked it, and now and then I drew right back to nibble on his knob with my lips covering the edges of my teeth. It was my best blow job to date and I couldn't understand why he wouldn't come. I sweated under that table, I licked his balls and rubbed his knob with my cheeks, I swallowed him whole and invited him, no begged him, to come in my mouth, but he just remained hard.
"Time's up," he said. He got off the chair and dragged me from under the table. "Now collect your punishment. I knew you were useless but I didn't know how useless. Jerry should have given you a few lessons. Now bend over the table and don't break that dish. It's the only one I've got, so it's more valuable than you are."
I made a place for myself on the plastic table cloth and lay so that I had to look right at his egg-stained plate. It was green and made of plastic, revolting by itself and even more so now that the yellow was coagulating. Jim stood behind me and I had no idea what he had in mind. He wanted to hurt me. Well, let him. His anger couldn't go on forever. A finger pushed its way into my asshole brutally, giving me no time to adjust. I clenched my fists and set my teeth. He wouldn't get the satisfaction of hearing me cry out for mercy. Let rum do his worst!
That finger pushed in deeper and deeper as his other hand pulled my cheeks apart. Flesh and muscle stretched painfully. Was he going to spank me? I thought of his belt and cringed. It had a big, mean-looking buckle on it and I could see his using it on me. Oh God, no, anything but that! My mind slipped out of the present and into that period when Ted and I had made love under the trees and the big blue sky. Ted would never put me into this situation. He was kind, dumb, and generous. Oh Ted, Ted, Ted, if I ever get out of here I'll go straight home to you, I vowed. There were two fingers up my ass now. It was sort of embarrassing to have him touching me there but if he didn't mind, I could stand it.
As if he had read my thoughts, he pulled his fingers out. Now what? I wanted to turn around to see what he was up to, but I heard him undo his belt and that scared me so much that I was paralyzed. Other sounds followed but I couldn't place them. I lay on that wobbly kitchen table and held my breath, praying that I could take the pain. Then something pushed at my asshole again. Surely not! No! I heard Jim grunt and the pressure on my asshole increased alarmingly. He wouldn't!
"Open up, bitch!" he grunted. "You're going to get it right up the ass, and if you relax you might enjoy it, but if you get tense you're really going to suffer."
"Please, Jim, don't!" I wailed. My firm resolution was in smithereens. "That's going to hurt too much. Beat me, do anything to me, but not that!" He just laughed and pushed on. My asshole caught on fire from the friction and the flames threatened to consume all of me. I began to cry and I even tried to escape. That got him started. He slapped my ass over and over, hard blows that echoed through the apartment. But the pain he caused me balanced out the pain of anal penetration, and somehow that made both pains bearable. I cried out, of course, and real tears dripped down on the plastic tablecloth, but the real agony had been blunted.
His cock moved into my asshole like a shell to big for the breach. There was a lot of friction between his skin and mine and if he hadn't been slapping my ass so hard the pain would have been intolerable. As it was his violation of me was spread thin. Pain flooded my body but that was better than having it concentrated on that one tiny area. He grunted with the effort of trying to rape my asshole and beating my ass at the same time but he didn't miss a beat Both hands slapped my cheeks until they must have been red as beets and his cock thumped into the internal resistance like a mechanical pile driver. Nothing could stop him, least of all me, and so I tried to regulate my breathing the way I'd done while sucking him off. If I could only relax perhaps everything would be alright. As his abuse of me had a certain rhythm to it he allowed me to get myself together again, and then I concentrated only on my breathing. Take it easy, in, out, relax, in, out, think of your lungs, in, out. And then the pain wasn't so terrible anymore. My ass burned but that wasn't necessarily bad. His cock was halfway up me and it felt as though he had shoved half of my flesh into the pit along with his cock. But why should that bother me? He was making love to me in his own way.
"Yes, darling, yesssss!" I groaned, cocking my ass up at him to make his task a little easier. "Make love to me, slap me, hit me, fuck me, I'm all yours!" I felt so at ease now that I was almost drowsy. "Oh, shove it into me, it's so big and hard, fuck me Jim, yes, right in!" He stopped everything for a moment, obviously puzzled. But his own lust drove him on. His fingernails dug into the soft flesh of my ass and his cock inched up me like a nail into wood. Even that changed after a while. My muscles either snapped or gave up their struggle to keep him out. The impulse to shit died away. And quite unexpectedly, the presence of his dick up my ass created the most violent thrills I'd ever experienced!
Now it didn't matter what he did to me. Everything was beautiful! I groaned, pleaded with him to fuck me harder, I clutched at the edges of the ricketty kitchen table and spread my legs as wide as I could, offering his ass up to him to do with as he pleased. I begged him to spank me some more, to fuck harder, and he did his best to keep up with me. But just as suddenly as before, he lost patience with me. He grabbed my hair and snapped my head back so hard "that I thought he'd broken my neck. "Shut up, you lecherous tart!" he hissed. "Keep your mouth shut and he there like a lump of flesh. That's all I want from you, understand! You're a hole, and holes get fucked."
Anything, anything! Just don't stop, I thought. So I kept my mouth shut and lay on the table like I wasn't really alive, and inwardly enjoyed his rough, brutal fucking. His whole cock was up my ass, chafing me into pure ecstasy, pure as fire and much more intense. I lost count of the orgasms that wracked me and I didn't know how to disguise them. They exploded deep in my belly and the blast was channeled off through my pores, found a vent in my mind, and expressed itself in whispered exclamations. I felt like a sieve with ecstasy blowing out of every hole, and Jim thought I was merely lying there. The poor man. If only he knew.
Still, he seemed to be enjoying himself. Drops of sweat fell on my back, his fingers had painful strength as they dug into the flesh of my ass, and his odd grunting told me that he was very close to coming. I did my best to relax my asshole as much as possible so he'd last a little longer. It was to glorious for the human mind, too much happening at once, and when he did finish I just kept soaring!
I took the slender dildo that was fixed to a long, flexible handle, and greased the tip up a little while I was still in mid-fantasy. Thelma was downstairs singing a Negro spiritual while she worked, and I knew she did that to shame me. But right then I wasn't accessible to liberal pangs of conscience. My asshole throbbed with the recollection of that wonderful first time and to relieve the moment in full I had to have something up there. I liked my anal dildo. It had served me well in this all-too-quiet bed. There were nights when Ted was fast asleep next to me, and I'd belabor myself with the anal dildo for the sake of being dirty in his presence. That would get me off but usually I liked to apply it in conjunction with the bigger gavinal dildo that had the clitoris tickler attached to it. When those two were jammed deep into my body I experienced the bliss of total oblivion.
But the anal dildo would do for today. I pushed a pillow up under my ass and parted my legs so I could get at that little rosebud. The greased tip slipped inside without trouble and the rest followed easily. I was too ready for penetration there to need , lubrication. Ted would never fuck me in the back passage. I was lucky to get it in the missionary position. But when a woman's been through the mill she knows how to make up for those little deficiencies. I grabbed hold of the long handle and began to work it in and out of my ass, pushing it in as deep as it would go and then moving it up and down with short jabs that were bound to aggravate the gland within me. Ah, yes, that was how it had felt, ecstasy wrapped in a thin sliver of bright pains.
Too bad Jim had been such a bastard, I thought. I could have taken a long anal affair with him, nightly ravages that would have left my sphincters feeling like a rubber tire that's been left in the sun too long. But it wasn't to be. Jim didn't care for women because he couldn't handle them. I could see that from my comfortable hindsight vantage point, and I could go on to speculate that all gay men were gay precisely because they weren't tough enough to cope with the wiles and whims of women.
Days and nights had gone by during which I slaved to change his mind about me. I cleaned his apartment up until even his dirty paint brushes gleamed. And when he ran out of money I decided to take his advice and to hit the streets. Anything to make him prefer me over that boy. I grinned wryly and worked the anal dildo in harder to soften the memories of that dreadful time. Yes, he'd controlled me during those days, but not like a man would. Jim was physically stronger than me and that was all he had over me. A man, now, never resorts to that congenital edge. No, he takes the lead because it belongs to him; and he knows all along that it takes two to tango.
But that was something I had to find out later. While I was with Jim I thought he represented all men, and that my Uncle Arnie would have treated me the same way had we stayed together long enough. He started talking about my going out on the streets after the second or third day after I had moved in with him, and on the fourth, when we were down to our last can of peas, I agreed to do it.
It was a warm day and I had on a little top and short-shorts, with high-heeled shoes that Jim had dug out of a corner of his closet. I felt silly. There was lipstick all over my mouth and I had on false eye-lashes. What Jim had these things for, I didn't know, but he said all the girls wore them when they were soliciting and that was good enough for me. Even though it was warm out, I was in a cold sweat. I stood on a corner and looked at the passing men, wondering if I should go up to them and explain that we needed money. Perhaps I could do a little panhandling like the long-haired people further up the street? Jim would never know. He had gone out for the day so I could use the apartment, and if I had money when he returned wouldn't he be satisfied?
My indecision was cut short by the approach of a middle-aged man who asked me if I was looking to date. He wasn't too repulsive, and he offered me twenty dollars as soon as he saw me hesitate, so I said sure. I took him up to the apartment and locked the door after us, then faced him and waited for him to tell me what to do. The man didn't say anything. He came up to me and took me into his arms to squeeze my ass and fondle my tits. He had garlic on his breath and his hands were very big and hairy. My clothes came off but he wouldn't take his own off. He just unzipped his pants and took out a big, hard cock, and then he pushed me down on my knees and shoved it into my mouth. I had to suck it and like it, so I closed my eyes and pretended it was Jim's cock. But he moved differently. He had paid his money and now he felt he could do what he wanted to me. In a way he was right but it was very hard for me to be philosophical about it when he was trying to jam his big knob down my throat.
"Come on, girlie," he said, sneering down at me. "Can't you suck cock yet? What the hell can you do if you can't suck cock? Shit." I did my level best, breathing properly and grabbing hold of his stiff stalk so I could control its motion to some extent, and-pretty soon I held him between my throat muscles, contracting them around his knob, moving back off for a big breath, and going right back down on him.
"That's better," , he said, giving me a stamp of approval. His hands clamped against my temples and he bent his knees slightly to give himself more thrust. In and out, that big cock pushing its way into my face as though it were an old whore's cunt, and he was breathing heavily and sweating while I was cold as ice. He didn't care but I did. What was the fun in doing this? I opened one orifice for him to stick his dick in, he gave me twenty bucks, and he went away satisfied. This man, I thought, was a pervert!
He came with a gush of hot cream but instead of letting me drink it up he blurted it ah over my face, and chortled happily when he saw me dripping with the stuff. Then he zipped himself up and walked out of the apartment. I washed myself all over and thought about going back on the streets. Perhaps the next guy would be more humane. But if a man were a good lover why would he need to pay a woman to spread 'em? Besides, twenty dollars was enough for one day. Tomorrow I'd give it another shot. He had given me two tens and I secreted one of the bills away just in case. That wasn't much but it was a whole lot better than nothing. Jim might just kick me out and then what?
It was a wise decision. That evening Jim came back with an older man and without saying a word to me, he and the man went to bed together and started to make out right in front of me. That was the last straw as far as I was concerned. They had thrown their clothes on the floor and when they were completely preoccupied with each other I went through their pockets. The stranger had a thick wal let bulging with money and credit cards. I took everything, even the change, and stole out of the apartment just as they were coming to a climax. I would have worked the streets for Jim, I would have put up with his meanness and his spanking. But not this, no sir, I wasn't about to compete with men for his favors.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The cash amounted to a few hundred dollars, just enough to get me some new clothes, a few nights in a fine hotel, and great food to eat. I didn't care about stretching the money. After doing without money for so long I realized that there was a way of surviving without it, and that got rid of my fears of being broke. So I lived it up, saw movies and concerts, rode in cabs, and spoiled myself" until I was down to the credit cards.
Now came the problem: the credit cards were in the name of John Hamilton Wilson III, and there was nothing I could do to pose as anyone as butch as that. I needed an accomplice but I didn't know anyone. I checked out of the hotel and walked over to Golden Gate Park. It was a beautiful day and the park teemed with young hirsute people playing a variety of instruments, smoking awkwardly-rolled cigarettes, and fiddling with flowers. Compared to them I looked very square. I had on slacks, a silk blouse and a gold necklace, and the clothes I'd storeed in a bus station locker were just as inappropriate for this scene. Still, they seemed a tolerant group so I ambled through the park and looked for a likely man.
There was a larger group of kids sitting around un der tall shade trees, and they were all listening to this older guy recite from a dog-eared paperback. That man had a short beard and his hair wasn't over his collar. He had on faded jeans and a plaid shirt, sandals, too, but he had an air of authority about him. If he were to pull out credit cards people would think of him as an eccentric millionaire, or perhaps an advertising executive. He would do fine. People like him wouldn't run to the police, either, to tell them they'd met a young girl with a grown-up wallet in her possession. So I made myself comfortable on the grass and listened to what he was saying. It was all very mystical and Eastern, and I didn't understand a great deal of it, but it sounded soothing. Words like karma and maya abounded, and the younger listeners nodded knowingly and smiled at each other. I began to worry that perhaps my target was too lofty-minded to pull a stunt like the one I had in
"You!" he said suddenly. People turned around to look at me and his eyes were fixed on me, too. What was going on? "Yes, you. Stand up and come over here." I did as I was told, more out of habit than a real desire to enter the focal point of that group. "Sit next to me and radiate," he said in his deep, calm voice. "You see before you a being possessed of a deep inner tranquility," he told the crowd. "This young woman has none of the problems you and I must suffer. She knows who she is, she knows where she's going, and we can all learn a lot from her. Will you teach me in person?" He addressed the question directly to me and all I could do was nod like a fool.
"She consents! Then let us go, let us teach and let us learn. Until tomorrow, my friends!" He stood up and helped me to my feet, waved goodbye to his friends and walked me out of the park. I was stunned! How could he have done this to me? I was sure we were on the way to his apartment and that he had every intention of making love to me. Not that I minded, but how had he swept me off my feet so fast?
"My name is Frank," he told me as we walked up a steep incline that was -lined by big, box-like houses. "Although my given name is Abba Ram Dash. I act as a teacher to many of the young people who have strayed to San Francisco in search of truth, and my house is always open to them." Yes, sure, I thought cynically. As long as the young people are sixteen and have big tits. Frank, or Abba, was too handsome to be philanthropic. In the novels I'd read the really handsome men always had something wrong with them. They were spoiled by mothers and neighborhood women while still toddlers, girls doted on them as boys, and women razed what was left of their personalities to the ground when they became old enough to fuck. No, the real humanists had a club foot or a misshapen nose. So I resigned myself happily to being seduced and followed him into one of those houses that look like a crate with a fire escape hanging off the front.
One point he'd been honest about: his house was full of young people, and a lot of them were male. I was made to take off my shoes before entering and suddenly I was surrounded by all those happy, smiling faces which either sported beards or were framed by long, sleek hair, or both. They went all out to make me feel at home but Frank told them all to get ready for lunch, and he took me up the stairs to the very top of the house where the roof had been raised to make a meditating den just for him. Windows made up the four walls, a board floor was covered in part by a large mattress and brightly-colored rugs. Some books lay by the side of the bed, all of them bearing mystical titles, sticks of incense burned in small jars, and when he closed the trapdoor after us I was ready to surrender. What a lovely environment to be seduced in, I thought. The sweet, stifling smell of incense, the colors, the light of day, it would be just perfect!
Frank picked up one of the books and began to read to me. At first I listened because I expected to hear hidden messages of ardor between the lines. No such luck. To my astonishment he was very earnestly trying to initiate me into the ancient teachings. I put up with this, and I put up with the long session of meditation that followed. I even swallowed the vegetarian, tasteless lunch that was served in the main living room, and the prattle of the young converts. But there was nothing in my background to make me susceptible to talk of life's tapestry, cycles of rebirth, inner cleanliness, and whatever else the disciples talked about. I just liked seeing Frank preside over the household.
He was a very strong man who kept discipline without effort, iust the kind of man I was starting to think of as ideal. Everyone listened when he spoke, they were happy to do small chores for him, and the girls were especially eager to make his life easier. I kept an eye on everything throughout the day, all the while wondering why he had picked me out of the crowd, and how I could broach the subject of the credit cards.
Late in the evening, after another tasteless meat everyone gathered in the main room and lit candles and incense. Someone put on a raga very softly, curtains were drawn, and the twenty-odd people who lived in the house took off their clothes and sat in a circle on the carpet. Frank undressed, too, and I got my first look at what he had to offer an eager young disciple. A good eight inches, I guessed, nice and thick, and his balls promised a great deal of cream for the lucky winner. I undressed as if it didn't matter to me, but actually I was a little shy about that One of the younger men in the commune had been eyeing me shyly all day long, and now that I was naked his eyes became a gread deal bolder. When we assumed the lotus position and aspired toward a trance, he kept looking at my tits and he couldn't stop his. cock from rising higher than his mind.
I thought this group-nakedness was a good start but the boring chants that followed, and the endless, rambling prayers, drove me to distraction! What was wrong with these people? I looked over at my secret admirer and beckoned him to come closer. He shuffled over to me as sneakily as he could, so as not to interrupt the devout, and when he was right next to me his cock was so hard it looked as though it were about to burst. I took advantage of the cover provided by our legs and reached out to take hold of him. How nice it felt to have a live, throbbing cock in-hand once more. The days I had spent away from Jim had been sexless, a form of convalescence that had gone on for too long. Now I was ready for action, lots of it, preferably with Frank but if he were unavailable any male would do.
I stroked the long, hard cock for a while and tried to fight back the powerful desire to take it into my mouth. It was as though I'd developed new erogenous zones inside my cheeks, demanding ones that clamored for their own satisfaction. But I didn't want to upset anyone so I jerked him off covertly and hoped for my cue, Frank unwittingly provided it.
"Everything that's positive, everything we do with all our hearts, is worship of God," he intoned. "When we whistle when, we sing, when we dance, when we make love, as long as we do it with our heart and soul, God accepts it as homage. God is love and God feeds on love, whether it's love of life or love of a man for a woman, a women for a man, even a dog's love for his master. Everything counts, everything is worship."
"What about this, then?" I asked while he took a breath, and with that I went down on my new friend. A gasp rose from the disciples and Frank didn't say anything for a minute or so. That gave me time to really get involved with my sucking, and the boy who was getting sucked let go, lay back, and just enjoyed himself totally. I shifted around so that my ass pushed out at Frank and I sucked the boy's cock as noisily as I could.
"Yes," I heard him say, "yes, I believe that qualifies as worship. I believe it with all my heart." And a wet mouth made contact with my cunt, sipping at my juices, licking my flesh and opening my lips right up. A wave of pleasure swept through me and I sucked the boy's cock so hard that he went very tight, groaned, and shot his wad deep down my throat. I just swallowed his cream and gave myself over to the vigorous eating going on behind me. The other disciples were still holding the lotus position, although I noticed a good many lotuses giving birth to stiff cocks. The girls seemed reluctant to join in with this kind of worship, and one of them said so very clearly.
She was a fat girl with bad skin, and I could see why she objected. The odds against anyone worshiping her were a thousand to one. Only specially imported perverts could enjoy her. "This commune will be ruined if this happens," she announced stridently. "This isn't the place for sensitivity therapy or any of those other uptight Western bullshit methods for curing ills. This house is dedicated to the spiritual transcendence over the body. The body must be left behind, we must aspire toward the Godhead, but Abba Ram Dash is moving into the opposite direction!"
The eating stopped. I felt a bit silly crouching like that with my ass up high when nothing was happening, so I straightened up and surveyed the scene more closely. "On the contrary, Sister Ruth," said Frank. "We must love everything about this world before we may transcend it. And everything includes, I'm afraid, the body."
"Everything also includes leprosy," said Ruth, "and I don't see anyone here too anxious to kiss a leper's sores." Some people gagged and I felt myself going dry. There was only one happy person in the room, and that was the boy who'd been blown. Men sat there with wilting erections and disgruntled looks, women seemed onedge, torn between doing it my way and Ruth's, and Frank had to muster all his wits to overcome Ruth.
"I'm talking about everything positive: a smile, a sunny day, a pretty girl-"
"Oh, because she's like a melody?" Ruth's interruption cut him short and it looked as though she'd scored a triumph. I could almost hear nuts getting crushed. But Frank was quick to rally.
"Everything that's beautiful, Ruth, whether it belongs to ourselves or to others. I don't see any problem, for example, about touching parts of me that I think are beautiful. Masturbation is beautiful. If I looked like Donna I would do nothing else. What part of yourself do you think is most beautiful, Ruth?"
"My mind, Abba Ram Dash," she said, still aiming for his balls.
"Then go fuck it, Ruth." Touche! The contest was over, boys and girls, girls and girls, crawled toward each other in an excited rush of release, and embraced just as Frank and I did, eager to consummate this new and beautiful friendship, eager to give the Buddha his due. I thought how weird it was that I didn't care who saw me naked anymore, that it didn't matter who made love to me where, as long as I was up for it. Frank took me right there on the floor, in amid the pulsating, groaning, laboring couples, and I loved it.
He was a good lover, firm, persistent, eating me until I thought he'd wear my labia away, tonguing me deeply, and getting me so wet that his cock hardly touched the side on entry. And when he'd eaten his fill he turned me on all-fours and entered me from behind, pushing his big cock into me with a beautiful rhythm, nice and steady, just the kind I could get off on. It also allowed me to observe the others at work, something I had never done before. Two girls lay in a huddle right next to me, eating each other with such gusto that I was reminded of rutting pigs. They held each other's cunt wide open and pushed their faces right into the pink flesh to lick and suck noisily, and I wondered what they had been doing at the commune before this.
Not far .from them a boy was feeding a girl his cock, the same boy I had eaten not long ago. He had discovered a new trick and he was eager to see if it had been a fluke, by the look of him. The girl didn't seem to mind what he did to her but his face was bright with pleasure. Another couple was fucking with her on top and him flat on his back thrusting at her each time she came down. Her tits had a lovely, wavy motion when she moved, and for a moment I thought back to Anna and the delights her watermelon tits had brought me.
Frank was doing such a fine job behind me that it took me a while to get ready for the intruder. I rested my body on one hand and with the other I fondled him to get him started. He kneeled in front of me and rested his hands on his thighs, a passive lover by the look of him. I didn't look at his face. All I saw was his hairy belly and thighs, and that big dick that was filling slowly with blood. When he was hard enough I leaned forward and took the tip of his dick in my mouth, working the foreskin back with my tongue to get at the rubbery flesh below, and then I was off and running. His cock grew rapidly when I got into the swing of it. Each lick produced a new throb, each throb expanded his cock, until a good, solid eight inches poked up against the roof of my mouth, and I felt myself getting squeezed in between the two big dicks. Frank was right up me and refusing to pull back. He jabbed up, up, and up, with an occasional sideways thrust to keep the whole of my cunt on fire and burning brightly. That way he forced me to go down on his disciple further and further until the man's cock was right down my throat and I had trouble getting air down my lungs. I felt as though I'd been plugged into two ecstasy producing machines, and my system was overloaded!
"Oh, no," I groaned, moving my head back as far as I could, "don't do this to me. You're choking me, please, take it easy!"
"I can't worship you hard enough," said the stranger, and his cock moved right back down my throat again. Now was the time for me to see if I could bear up to real pressure. I began to move my body so that it swung back into Frank's cock each time I needed air, and moved forward to the stranger's each time I had enough in my lungs to sustain me for a moment. I worked for as long as it took the men to get overly-excited. Then Frank began to fuck hard and fast and he lost his rhythm altogether; and the stranger became just as rampant, jamming his cock into my face with long, jerky strokes. They were gasping and groaning, having a wonderful time, but I thought I was going to die.
Luckily the stranger came first and the flood of sperm gushing down my throat was followed by air as he withdrew and let the rest of his load splatter over my face. That I could take plenty of. As long as they let me breathe! Ah, glorious air! I had a climax just from breathing! And then Frank dug his fingers into me and started saying, "AAARRRGGGHHH, OOOOOHHHHHHH UUUUUUUHHHHHNNNN!" and I knew he wouldn't be long in coming. More come, hot and foamy, filling my pussy and seeming to connect with the stuff shot down my throat to form a path for my ecstasy. The stranger moved away and someone else presented his member to me. But I couldn't take it, not just yet. I slid off Frank's cock and squatted near the man to give him a hand job. He seemed happy with that.
The party was in full swing. Frank had no sooner left me than a girl pounced on him and licked his dick clean of my juices. It was Ruth, big and fat with mottled flab and a cunt the size of a coconut. I could see that Frank wasn't crazy about her attack, but he was smart enough not to repel her right away. He did what I would have done in his place, closed his eyes and thought about something else. Ruth didn't care. She slobbered and fingered herself, sucked on his dick as though it were an all-day sucker, and started corning with bovine moans. Her big ass wiggled about in the air and her cunt opened wide like a flesh wound. Would there be any takers? I saw one of the younger men coming forward, cock in hand, a Florence Nightingale expression in his eyes. "Everyone is beautiful in their own way," he chanted to himself. "Everyone!" And with that he shoved his meat into her gaping cunt and began to fuck her like she was a sheep.
I was glad for her, really. The fellow who'd been getting the benefit of my hand was ready now to go a step further, and so I embraced him about the neck and perched over his lap to gently lower myself on his dick. He held it in place for me and penetrated me with a sigh of delight. I bobbed up and down slowly, relishing his pleasure and his hardness, listening to the sounds of bliss emitted all about me, and thinking it was good Ruth was taking her share of men off my back.
The Buddha must have been well-pleased that evening. We fucked and sucked until we were all dry and exhausted. Ruth lay with naked men scattered all about her like so many disposable dildos, Frank was buried under several women, someone was still fucking me even when the party had already ended, and the smell of incense had been displaced by the strong fragrance of cunt. And when it was time for bed the commune paired off and probably for the first time everyone had company during the long, dark night. I slept with Frank, content, happy in my new home, and looking forward to a bright future with these sexy, agreeable people.
"Do you know why I picked you out of the crowd yesterday?" Frank asked me the next morning. We were surrounded by daylight, its brightness only slightly abated by the plants and flowers, sprawling luxuriously in our eagle's nest and smoking a joint for Buddha.
"No, tell me."
"Because I couldn't resist you," he chuckled, a little embarrassed by his own confession. "You looked so beautiful and cool, such a sophisticate compared to the scruffy little girls that I usually see about me. I try so hard to reach a spiritual plane of existence, you know, but then I see a girl like you and I'm right back where I started from."
"Isn't that amazing," I said. "You thought I was sophisticated? Wow, that's really flattering."
"Don't let it go to your head," he laughed, slapping me on my bare ass. "Come on woman, get me some breakfast."
"What?" He didn't realize it but he'd triggered off a conditioned reflex in me. Letting myself be pushed around led to trouble, and I wasn't up for trouble anymore. "Why, are you paralyzed?"
"Uh-oh," he said with an attempt at comedy, "we've got ourselves a ballbuster here. Okay, beautiful lady, don't sweat it. I'll get us some breakfast." I could tell he was angry. But why should he have expected me to get his food when he was more than capable of doing it? After all, we had only slept together once, that didn't give him any rights over me.
No, I'd done the right thing. Give a man an inch and hell take your body and soul, that was what Jim had taught me.
In the days that followed Frank kept trying to push me into the role of his woman, and I ignored all his attempts. We made a lot of love, privately and communally, and I appreciated everything he and his friends did for me. But there was much that I didn't like there. Those monotonous prayer meetings, the inane sentiments that were regarded as heavy by the others, the dull vegetarian grind; and then I had those credit cards burning a hole in my pocket! Frank obviously wasn't going to be of any help or use to me, but there was one guy in the commune who seemed to have a flair for worldly dealings. His name was Harry Briggs, a good-looking blonde guy a year or so older than me, athletically-built and the least patient of all the pious. As the days wore on I drew closer and closer to him, much to Frank's chagrin. And one night, alone in Frank's room, I asked Harry if he were interested.
"Count me in!" he said excitedly. "When do we make our move? I'm ready to go right now, Donna, there's nothing keeping me here."
"First thing in the morning," I said. "What do you want to do with them?"
"Hell, travel, I guess. How would you like to go to Washington DC with me? My old man's a senator and I haven't seen him in a year. From there we can go any place you want, Europe or the islands, it's up to you." '
"Great idea!" We talked the whole deal over very carefully, and while we sat cross-legged on Frank's bed the master of the house walked in and told us to get downstairs. "We're busy Frank, leave us alone for now," I said, a little testier than I had meant to be.
"Hey, now wait a minute," he said, and the last vestiges of religiosity dripped away from him. "This is my house baby, and my bed, and you're my girl, in case you didn't know. Now when I see you in my house and on my bed with another man, I get to thinking maybe you're two-timing me! So I'm telling you to get downstairs where I can keep an eye on you!"
"Aw man!" said Harry with a disgusted look. "And I thought you were one of the truly hip people in this world! But this is a bad scene, man, right out of Butterfield Eight or something! Let's quit it right here."
"Shut up, you young punk!" Frank had turned red with anger and I became worried that he would want to nit me. "Get downstairs or get out, one of the two."
"Let's go," said Harry, and we walked out of the house without another word. He knew the way to the bus station, and that's where we first used our credit cards to go to Los Angeles where we could catch a plane straight to Washington. Once again I travelled light, only the clothes I had on my back, and the purse holding the valuable credit cards. But with Harry I didn't have to worry about anything. He took care of the tickets and everything, and when we settled into our seats on the bus I leaned against him with all the trust of a little girl. It was way-past midnight when the bus took off. The passengers around us were fast-asleep before 'we left the city limits. And Harry had pulled down a blanket to put over us so we could be warm and cozy together.
Thelma walked into my room stark-naked. There was no coyness about her, nor that aloofness she liked to affect. "I can't take it no more, honey," she said in her deep, husky voice, and with that she lay down between my legs and began to eat with such enthusiasm that I was shocked into a climax before I'd even realized what was going on! I'd been more than content reliving my past. The last thing I'd expected to happen was a visit from her. Naked on the bedspread, fingering myself absently, I had put off reminiscing about the bus trip because it was one of my favorites and I wanted to keep it until I was good and ready for it. But now Thelma was accelerating my progress alarmingly!
"Come over here," I said, pulling at her body so we could eat each other. But she shook her head and burrowed all the more determinedly between my legs. Very well, then. Delicious sensations welled up in my belly and spread slowly throughout my body. Hadn't it been just like that on the bus? Hadn't it?
The vibration of the engine and my drowsy condition made me feel pleasantly-horny. Harry's strong body leaned against mine and his hand was resting against my thigh. Was he interested in me only as a friend? How nice it would be to play a little. His hand moved slightly. A finger was on my thigh now and it wasn't there by accident. I could hardly wait for him to go further. My slacks and blouse wouldn't present much of an obstacle to him. To encourage him I pretended to be asleep, but I waited breathlessly to see how far he would go.
His hand moved up along my thigh until the side of it pressed into my crotch. Could he feel how wet I was? It had to be seeping through the thin material of my slacks by this time! I groaned and moved so that my cunt pushed hard against his hand, but at the same time I took care to make it seem like it was an unconscious, sleepy move. He held his hand perfectly still for a while, and then his exploration continued. It went up to my belly, just high enough to get to the top of my slacks, and then it slid down underneath them, reaching for my naked cunt. I could hardly stand it! I wanted to touch him, too, to make love to his cock, eat it, do anything for him, but I knew it was wiser to let him call all the shots. His free arm went around my shoulders and he held me tightly to him while he sought out my pussy and started to finger it ever-so-cautiously.
When I made it very clear that I wasn't going to offer any resistance, he pushed my slacks down over my hips and let them drop to the floor of the bus. The blanket covered us to our waists so I wasn't worried about offending anyone's sense of decency. And it felt great to be semi-naked on a bus filled with strangers, speeding through the darkness to a strange city. Somehow it made me feel free and wanton, and when his finger found my clitoris I dropped the pretense of being asleep to throw my arms about his neck and lass him with my tongue already extended.
He received it with open mouth and for minutes on end we kissed as though it were our first time. He rubbed the tip of his finger in circles over my clit making it hard, making it throb, and making me very happy. The urge to reciprocate hit me again, and again I repressed it. It was so nice to let him do all the work.
And Harry didn't seem to mind. He felt me up until I thought I would scream, and he fingered me until my whole body rocked and fucked in mid-air. "Do you want to go to the John?" he whispered. I shook my head. My legs were too rubbery to ever get me there. "But I want you so much!" I shook my head again and indicated that he should make the best of what he had. Harry understood. He drew the blanket over his head and slipped in between my legs as smoothly as a bandit, and when he went down on me I felt like the happiest girl in the world. Opposite me, across the aisle, sat an elderly couple, both of them with their mouths open, hands in lap, fast asleep, and while Harry ate me out I thought about them doing the same. They were young once, surely he must have wanted to eat her out? It was so hard to imagine, but I tried and it made me even hotter.
We had all night and Harry knew it. He licked my cunt all over and probed it with his tongue, he kissed it, caressed it, fingered it, and some time later he made me turn on the little reading light and shine it right down on my pussy so he could see what he was doing. I held the blanket out from me so the spotlight could reach the center of his passions, and watched as his blonde head moved from side to side between my thighs. My excitement was so intense that the sweat dripped off my face and my eyes were nearly impossible to focus. Great waves of pleasure rushed through me, eating away at my sanity and threatening to drown me at any moment. "Oooooohhhhhh Harry!" I groaned.. "I love what you're doing to me, but you are going to drive me stark-raving-mad with your tongue! Oh God, how can you do that to me? Harry, stop it! I'm going to scream, I'm going to come, oh Harry, push your tongue into me again!"
"Ssshhhh!" he cautioned. A finger pushed deep into my cunt and his lips picked at my clitoris, tugging and teasing, and as if that weren't bad enough he lifted my legs over his shoulders and grabbed hold of the cheeks of my ass to give me a total mouth job. Every sexual experience I had ever had flashed before my eyes. His tongue drove me into a trough of sensuality in which everything was sex! His thumb began to work on my asshole, using the plentiful juice of my pussy to lubricate its way inside, and I assisted him as best I could by relaxing that part of me. It was a lot easier now that I had been fucked there, the same fears didn't arise and my muscles were easier to control When he had his index up my cunt and his thumb up my asshole, he began to tweak the dividing membrane, all the time sucking at my clitoris. All I could do was release the seat and lay back in it. He had me! There was nothing I could do to pay him back for this!
Harry threw caution to the wind. The blanket fell away from him and he stopped to breathe a while.
His face was red and wet with sweat, his long blonde hair was sticking to his brow and neck, and his eyes were glassy with lust. That was the last straw for me. I went into a paroxysm of climaxes that made me shake as though I were possessed, and the fact that I didn't scream out at the top of my lungs continued to make me marvel at my own self-restraint for many years after. No one had worked me to this point, nor had I ever had to hover at that heights. I felt giddy, a little nauseous, hot, frustrated, empty, and I wanted him to fill me up with his cock. He was hard as a rock and ready to go. In the course of eating me he'd undone his pants and now his cock stared up at me tantalizingly. "Come on," I whispered urgently, "do it to me, Harry, I need you so badly."
"But how...." He looked around the bus and saw that everyone was asleep then he shrugged and grinned. "Ah, fuck it, even if they saw us they wouldn't believe their eyes." And with that he opened my blouse so that my tits stuck out pale and full in the dim light, and he closed both hands around them, opened my legs wide with his knees, and lay on top of me. I had to guide his cock into my pussy, a job made considerably easier by my cunt's greed. It almost sucked him inside! The slight resistance was just a token gesture. His cock plunged into me with a wet, long slurp, and we were off and running.
I knew even then that it was a fuck I would never forget. The vibrations of the bus, the presence of strangers, the lack of comfort, and his virile insistence of fucking me endlessly made me come all over the place. He was attacked me on all fronts and I crumbled under such an impassioned onslaught! Even if I had wanted to resist, it would have been futile. His cock seemed to be emerging from my throat, his fingers were erotic talons, he was raping me and loving me and fulfilling me all at once, and when he came I was a mere shell of the woman who had entered the bus. Pure exhaustion pulled me under into a dreamless sleep.
The light of day woke us both and it took me a while to realize that my slacks were still on the floor. They were hopelessly crumpled now and very dirty, and since I had no other clothes there was nothing I could do about my appearance. Both of us were disheveled when we reached the Los Angeles bus station. We had a shower there, and I sat in the ladies' room until he'd had my slacks cleaned and pressed.
It was a long and tedious wait, and it could have been a lot of fun for me if I hadn't gotten hung up on my feelings for Harry. There were several women hovering around me as I sat in my panties and blouse in the rest room, all of them dropping big fat hints of the good times we could have together. But I thought of Harry and how wonderful he had been to me, and that I shouldn't cheat on him the moment his back was turned. There was another fact in play, though. The women didn't appeal to me very much, rd had a taste of real cock, and I couldn't think of a good substitute for it.
What a fool I was! Thelma's tongue was doing more for me than any man's cock ever had. And hadn't Harry's tongue heated me up to the point at which a breath of air on my clitoris would have set off a chain of orgasms? Tongue mattered more than cock, I was sure of it. "Thelma, darling!" I moaned, shifting my hips and thighs so she could get all of me into her mouth. "You're so good at this! Oh yes, do it some more! But bring your ass over here so I can make you feel just as nice."
"Wait for it, wait for it," she said, and I understood that she was on the verge of something big. I waited and dreamed, patient now that I knew she was coming. Her sleek black body shuddered and she let out girlish little cries as her climax approached. Her mouth dug into my cunt all the harder and her tongue splashed about inside me like a tot in a wading pool. Harry had made me feel so fine! Uncle Arnie had been superseded a hundred times over! Even Anna had made me feel better than he could ever do. Jim had, too. Perhaps I was the one who kept on improving?
"Now, baby now!" Thelma crawled over to me and parked her knees by the sides of my head. Her black cunt was inches above my face and lowering slowly "Eat it!" she urged. Oh yes, please! My hands took hold of her fulsome black buttocks again and drew them down further. Her pussy came to rest on my mouth and my lips met her labia in a deep soul kiss. Yes, thank you! Bittersweet juices flowed in rivulets along my tongue and down my throat, tender flesh brushed against my nose as her inner petals emerged from hiding, and now her face went back down between my legs. How sweet it is! I thought.
Yes, it had to be me all along. My body grew more sensitive, I learned what to expect from each emotion, and that made it a lot easier to follow through on everything that came my way.
The weeks I had spent with Harry traveling around the country, dilly-dallying our way to Washington, D.C., had been wonderful. But I had outdone him sexually. My faculties were honed to fine points, a finger in the right position could set me off but he remained static and then he learned to resent my sexuality. Ah, men!
CHAPTER EIGHT
The phone rang. Thelma groaned and got up tiredly to answer it, leaving me to gasp like a fish on the beach. Her juices were all over my face, I was saturated in her cunt and my cunt had merged with her mouth before that shrill bell cut in. "Yes," she said curtly. She listened for a minute and held the receiver up. "It's that guy Briggs, that senator. You want to speak to him?
Tell him I'll call him back," I said. I didn't want to think about Briggs' proposition. I wanted to make love with my black, beautiful, avaricious maid! She put the phone down and came back into my arms, to kiss me on the mouth so that the flavors of our cunts mixed in our mouths. She lay flat on top of me and her belly pushed into mine as though she had A cock and was limbering up to fuck me. It didn't matter that there was a gap between her legs. She moved her pubic bone in between my legs and the gnashing, insistent pushing was more than enough to get me off. I clung to her big buns and squeezed them, or rested my palms on them to feel the deep quivers running through them each time she moved. Thelma worked her hands in between my ass and the bedspread and held my buttocks as she continued to fuck me with her cunt.
"You like this, huh?" she said suddenly, her eyes boring into mine. "Tell me the truth now, have you been thinking about us doing this for some time?"
"Off and on," I said, running my hands down her back. "Why, have you?"
"I don't normally swing this way." She rolled away from me and lit cigarette for us both. "But the last few weeks have been very lonely for me, and I started looking you over and watching the things you do to yourself, and I thought it'd be fun to try it. And baby, it has been fun!" She chuckled heartily and shook her head. "Oh yeah! I was scared at first, that's why I was giving you a hard time. People always say women who like women are strange, you know? But I think they're just normal."
"My sentiments exactly," I said. The smoke felt good as it curled down my throat. Lying next to her was sex in itself. Her soft, sagging breasts inclined toward her armpits, the black nipples still erect from our passionate session, her belly was flat and her pelvic bones were covered in muscle that held her flanks in tightly and caused her buns to blossom so fully at the back. Her thighs were strong, too, rippling with muscle each time she moved, and the light that shone on them gave them the sensual luster of fine, soft leather. Yes, it no longer mattered who I went to bed with. Man or woman, they both appealed to the sexual me. As long as they knew how to interpret my body and play my erogenous chords, they could make me happy. And whoever demanded least from me, had me.
Harry had blown it for himself by demanding too much and giving too little toward the end of our journey. If he'd been a bit smarter it could have been him lying next to me instead of Thelma. And I wouldn't have married Ted. Did I regret marrying him? I tried to think of alternatives and came up with the conclusion that no man could have suited me as well as Ted did. He asked nothing of me except that I stay away from other men. He was too naive to even think of forbidding me to see other women. No, as long as I kept other men at arm's length he was content to adore me from his personal distance. Compared to Harry Ted was the ideal man. Poor Harry....
We were passing through New York when he began to talk about setting up house together. He had a degree in business or some dreary thing, and he said he was ready to cut his hair and moustache to get a straight job that would pay enough money so we could have kids and a house in the country. In his fantasy he had me doing dishes, baking organic bread, having natural childbirth, and that made me see that he really didn't understand who I was. I didn't want to slave! And I didn't want pain, either.
I went along with him to the nation's capital if only because there was nothing else to do. We had used the credit cards to the very limit of our daring, and then we had dumped them in the Potomac River. In our wake was a trail of hotel bills, clothing bills, restaurant bills, enough to wreck a middle-income worker's budget for life. And when we arrived in Washington we were beautifully dressed, sporting the latest in luggage and cameras, looking for all the world like opulent tourists. With the last of our cash we took a cab to Harry's father's house, and during that ride I began to plot my next move. It was very clear that I would have to leave Harry before he had me fitted for a gingham apron, and I figured the senator might have some spare cash to get me back home. I had started to miss my family and my home. I wanted to be secure and left to my own devices for a while, I was tired of travelling and hustling. But one look at Senator Briggs and I knew I'd be staying awhile in Washington.
He was a tall, handsome man with greying temples, the kind who gets elected because he looks so much like a senator. And in one glance he had the situation sized up. He knew what I knew, and we both knew what Harry didn't know: that he was about to be ousted in a squeeze play. The senator's wife was present but only in a decorative sense. I soon learned that she had her own room and spent most of her time out on errands of charity. "The menopausal pastime" as the senator called it. She was very well-groomed, not a hair nor a word out of place, and I could tell by her bland demeanor that she didn't even think in terms of rivals or swingers anymore.
The preliminaries passed into dinner, and after dinner, when the senator and his son discussed the boy's future, I sat in an easy chair with a glass of sherry in my hand, staring into an open fire. I was waiting for the senator to clear the obstacles away from between us. He began as soon as it was time for bed. "Er ... son, you understand that you and your friend can't sleep in the same room, don't you? Your mother would be very upset."
"Oh sure, Dad, I understand," said Harry.
"And let's not have any sneaking about the house late at night, either. She sleeps very lightly these days." Harry gave his father his solemn word that he wouldn't try to get into my bed that night, and when that had been settled the senator bade us both goodnight, and disappeared into his den to catch up on some work. Harry and I talked for awhile, but when he started to get romantic I said it was high time we got to bed. He showed me to the guest room. I wasn't surprised to find it was downstairs, while his room and his mother's were upstairs. So, when he left me, I didn't jump straight under the covers. No, I took a long and leisurely bath, rubbed my body all over with fragrant lotion, and did my hair so I would look stunning when the senator made his entrance.
I sat on the big bed and waited. The TV was on but I wasn't watching. The hands of the clock moved by slowly. Midnight. Half past. One o'clock! I couldn't believe it! How could he keep me waiting so long? My body ached for him, I wanted him to come into the room smelling of after-shave, smooth, calm, in control, I wanted him to conquer me utterly, to leave me in ruins and then to disappear again. He could do it, I knew he could! And he wouldn't extort declarations of love from me afterward either.
By half-past-one I crawled under the covers and closed my eyes for a minute. I didn't bother to switch off the light or the TV because soon the sena tor would enter. In spite of my desires I fell into a deep sleep, and when I did wake up it was pitch-dark in the room.
I sat bolt-upright and tried to penetrate the darkness by opening my eyes wide. I wasn't alone, that I was sure of. The faint sound of breathing was audible even when I stopped breathing. But who? Something touched my leg and moved up along my inner thigh. For a horrible moment I thought it might be a small animal. But it was smooth and warm and it touched me in a way that no animal could. Then who was it? "Harry?" I said. "Is that your
"No," came the muffled reply. I recognized the voice. The senator had arrived at last. With a sigh I lay back and closed my eyes again. I was still very sleepy so I let him have his way with me until I had awakened up fully. He kissed his way along my inner thighs and stroked my legs all over but whenever he came too near my pussy he backed off and started all over again. I loved the way he kneaded my flesh and ran his soft lips along it, and the warm feelings he created made me want to shuffle forward and plant my cunt right in his face. But I was too drowsy, too dopey and I let him work me up and tease me to his heart's content.
Under the blankets and in the dark the senator made love to me the way I had dreamed it would happen one day. I didn't have to do anything but be there, I couldn't see anything and I couldn't tell from one second to the next what he would do to me. My cunt was so exposed, so open to him, all he had to do was extend a finger and it would be inside me. Yet he didn't touch it! My hips were beginning to wriggle impatiently. Any moment now! The senator kissed his easy Way up my thigh again and stopped so close to my cunt that I could almost feel him. That did it. I moved forward but he moved back and kissed his way down to my ankle, to my foot, and took to sucking my toes.
No one had ever done that to me! What was I supposed to feel? I lay still and wondered about that-until the first subtle sensations crept up my leg. This wasn't bad! He had his lips around my big toe and he was virtually blowing it, working his tongue around it, sucking at it, just what I'd do to his cock if only he would bring it to my face. He took his sweet time over my feet, and all those delicious sensations were arriving in my belly and being stored there until they formed a shimmering ball of explosive frustration.
He had a heart. His lips moved along my inner thigh like a snail but this time he didn't stop short of my cunt. He brushed along it, wet and promising, only to keep right on going to the navel! Oh God what had I done to deserve this! His tongue darted in and out, arousing patches of my skin, and all that arousal fed into that big, growing ball in the pit of my stomach. Even his fingers contributed to the infernal plot. They played my nerves like so many overwrought guitar strings, caressing my breasts and nipples, outlining my lips and one finger even moved into my mouth to make me reflexively suck on it. There was a storm going on inside me and I wanted to beg him to penetrate me-finger, tongue, cock, it didn't matter which!
He turned me over and began to caress and kiss my back and ass, still working at his steady imperturbable pace, and as crazy as he drove me I had to admit I loved it. Every nerve, every fibre, in my body was bristling and on fire. I hadn't been this alive for weeks! My nipples were achingly erect, my clitoris buzzed as though it had been stung by a bee, I was sopping wet and my mind was in a shambles. And when he kissed his way to my ass and Jet his tongue drag down the split between my cheeks all the way to my asshole, I thought of surrendering unconditionally. He could have me for life if only he would put me out of this exquisite agony!
His tongue reached my asshole and began to run around its tiny perimeter like a berserk creature. Only half an inch further down my cunt hole gaped wide open and secreted a ceaseless flow of nectar, didn't he want that? His hands dug into the cheeks of my ass and pulled them slowly apart. Oh no! I couldn't take much more of this! I rested my face on my arms and bit into the pillow, determined not to be the first to cry out. Yes, oh Jesus Christ, yes, that felt good. The tip of his tongue was inside my ass now and he was enjoying the musky, cheesy taste of me for his own reasons. Any man who liked me that much had to be worth suffering for. I let him eat my ass for as long as he wanted to even though my body demanded action and a lot of it! The ultimatum was clear: if the senator didn't live up to all the promises he had made so far, my body would die.
He rolled me over again and spread my legs into a reclining split. I could make out his form in the darkness now, and saw him hunching over my midsection like a vulture about to pounce. Deep in my belly orgasms began to roll out of the pack like so many little marbles, but that had no effect on the bulk of my frustration. He came closer, closer, closer to my cunt, his breath was hot against my over-sensitive flesh and then the tip of his tongue finally touched down right on my clitoris. How he found it in the dark was a mystery to me, but I was grateful that his aim was so good. A climax swept through me at once, strong and delicious, but I hid it so he wouldn't stop for a break. The tip of his tongue moved round and round the clitoris, exploring the rest of my inner flesh at the same time, and wherever he touched he caused more ecstasy than I'd had in a good long time. He seized my labia between finger and thumb, and squeezed them as he pulled them far apart. Now my cunt was open as though a bomb had gone off inside it, and when his mouth came in contact with it again it touched every erogenous zone in there at the one time.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYEEEEEEII" I cried and sighed, unable to hold it back any longer. "OH SENATOR, THE THINGS YOU DO TO MEEEEEEEEEE! I" I moved my hips so that my cunt chafed into his face and covered it with all the juice that had accumulated during the long, sweltering minutes of foreplay. He sipped the nectar up greedily and worked my pussy over with his mouth for more. For the first time since he had awakened me, I felt his cock against me. It rested against my calf and although it was hard to get an accurate idea of its size, it seemed more than enough for my requirements. I moved my leg so that my foot could get at his stiffness, and yes, it was big enough. I figured a good eight inches awaited me, and that made me so impatient that even his cunt sucking paled a little. "FFFFFUCK ME!" I hissed. "COME ON SENATOR, FUCK ME! don't MAKE ME WAIT ANY MORE!!"
"Wait for it, my beauty," he said, and with that he shoved two fingers into my yawning cunt. That was almost as good as the real thing! I arched back and experienced the full delight of his penetration. He moved his fingers in and out Just like a real cock, and it wasn't hard to pretend that he was really fucking me. But he fingered me for a purpose. When he had them good and wet he reached up to my mouth and said, "Lick them clear, Donna, suck my fingers like they were two cocks."
"Sure!" I seized his hand and began to lick them all over. His fingers were covered with my cunt juice and I was pleased to taste how sapid it was, how spicy, just what a man of the world like him would like. Now the rest of his body moved up and that magnificent rod was parked at the entrance to my cunt. I sucked his fingers with an unforged ardor, licking them all about, pursing my lips about the tips and then sinking down until they were down my throat, moving my face from side to side and all around, doing him until he groaned with pleasure.
"That's talent," he said, "but now I want you to he back and rest awhile."
I'm not tired," I protested. He didn't answer. His body moved around and now his feet were level with my head and his head was level with my feet. When I felt his lips on my toes I wanted to protest some more. We had been through that already! Why would he repeat himself? Did he have a purpose for this, too? Yes, he wanted to test me, to see if I could use my initiative. Well that was something I had plenty of. I took his feet and started to lick and suck his toes in such a way that I made his earlier efforts look like those of a beginner. I knew how to treat a cock and that gave me a head start when it came to toes. I did him so well that he let out another groan, and then he began to move back. I moved into him, aware that our genitals were moving closer and closer together-but then they passed, and a little later I found his cock staring me in the face. What a delightful surprise! I seized on the big, throbbing member at once, and he, with equal zeal, buried his face into my muff and ate me very noisily.
We reveled in each other's sexuality, delighted by the enthusiasm that one showed, as much as by the other. It flattered me deeply to think that this handsome, distinguished man of the world would find me attractive enough to turn on such a superb display of lovemaking; and I paid him back by blowing him until his cream ran out of his cock and filled my mouth with joy. Since he was a little older than the men I was used to, I expected it would take him a little while to recover. But he didn't move away and I didn't mind sucking his cock whether it was limp or hard, so we kept right on going. He went down drastically and stayed that way for a while, giving me the pleasure of suckling a soft and very manageable little dick. And when I felt the blood pulsing back into him, I was all the more pleased because it was all my own work My tongue, my lips, my teeth, coordinated perfectly to resurrect his cock, licking and mauling and nibbling in all the right places; and whenever I could, I kissed his balls and took them inside along with his cock. But that only worked while he was flaccid. As soon as his cock grew again the balls had to go to make room for expansion.
And as we bided our time, his tongue had provided my pussy with a good substitute. He kept my cunt wide open so his tongue could plunge in and lick at my innards, and that kept my temperature very high. That ball of unrequited lust remained solid in my belly but chunks kept breaking loose and then my whole body would quiver blissfully in ecstasy and relief. But when he moved around and lay on top of me, and when his cock bumped into my pussy, that ball developed running cracks and I knew it wouldn't be long before he'd dissipate my frustrations for good.
His big dick slipped into me and we were off and running. I locked him into place with all my limbs and clung to him like a rider hanging off his galloping horse, urging him on, giving myself to him, banging up at him so that his dick would pierce me to the heart, and gasping in a strangled, high-pitched tone right into his ear. I came until I couldn't come any more, I came until that big ball had been washed away by wave after wave of passion, I came until I just wanted to go to sleep in his arms, and still he wouldn't stop. Before I knew it he had turned me over and kneeled behind me, opening up my ass to penetrate me a-new. I couldn't protest, I didn't know if it mattered. He went ahead and shoved his oily dick into me anyway. I was so loose that there was only minimal resistance back there, and I was so numb that I hardly knew he was there for most of the time. He wanted to fuck, I wanted to rest, but I was happy for him just the same.
When he finally came the second time I was already half-asleep. He pulled out and left me after arranging the covers over my nakedness. I slept tremendously well that night and didn't wake until close to noon. When I did come to, the whole orgiastic duet seemed like one of my better dreams. But one look at the dried sperm on my thighs convinced me that it had really happened. Harry came into the room when he heard me moving around and he was eager to get started. But I told him it was time for a bath, and for him not to risk upsetting his mother. He was very easy to handle in his own home, I found.
At the lunch table I sat opposite the senator, he looked normal enough but when no one was watching he threw me a big wink that set my pulses racing all over again. God, what a sexy man he was! Immaculately dressed and groomed, on his way to making important decisions that would affect the whole country, and with his credentials as a lover firmly established, he looked more than ever like the ideal man to me. But what would become of us? Would he let me move on along with his son? Or did he have a plan in mind? I didn't have to wait long for the answer to my questions.
"Harry, I've been thinking about your decision to go into business," said the senator, "and frankly I think it's a splendid idea. But I think you should go back to school and get a Master's before you commit yourself to any one position."
"Well yes, I guess that's a good idea." said Harry dubiously.
"I can write to the dean at Berkeley and ask him to re-admit you, it shouldn't be difficult to persuade him; and if you knuckle down and study for a year or two I can assure you that a career will be waiting for you. '
"True, true," said Harry, and he looked at me as if to say: what do you think? I kept my face blank, waiting for the punch line.
"Now I realize you're not eager to be separated from Donna, and I can understand that. However, your mother wouldn't approve of the two of you living together. And I don't think you could support her either, while you're attending school. So I've decided to give Donna a job on my staff. That way we can keep an eye on her for you and you can concentrate fully on your studies. What do you think of that, you two lovebirds?" He pronounced the last phrase with just a hint of irony. Harry fell for it without a moment's hesitation and I expressed cautious approval
"Thanks a lot, Dad! Wow, that really is big of you!" The arrangements were made that very day, and a week later Harry left for school. I had been staying with him and his family for the whole time, helping out around the house, trying to keep Harry at bay, but on the last night I had to get off with him, if only as a matter of form. I found him boring, silly, and inept now that I had been with a real lover, and it took a lot out of me to pretend to come. When we waved goodbye at the airport I heaved a sigh of relief and turned to the senator to show me the way to my future.
"I must have your answer," said the senator. I could hear his irritation, and even though he was on the other end of the line I knew how his brow was wrinkled and that his left foot tapped impatiently. "Listen, Donna, we've always had a good time. I still don't know why you left that job but I guess you had your reasons. The point is, baby doll, I'm horny for you and I don't have much time left here. So tell me your answer now and please make it yes."
"Mmmmmmmm," I said, looking over at Thelma's naked, sleeping body. The afternoon light gave her dark skin a sensual luster and since she was lying on her belly her cheeks stuck up like two rotund balloons, so sensual that she made my mouth water. Why should I leave her for him? For that matter, why should I break my word to Ted for Briggsy's sake? I just didn't see what I had to gain by it. "No, I don't think so, senator, it's tempting but I'll have to turn your offer down."
"But why!" His irritation had given way to anger. "Listen, Donna, I did a lot for you in your day! You had the sweetest job in all of Washington! You made more money than women with Ph. D.'s and you did less than a judge! Now I don't expect gratitude but I do want some consideration."
"I thought about it, didn't I?" I ran my hand along Thelma's back, slowly moving into the dip of the small of her back, and then rising with her billowing buns. She stirred and smiled drowsily at me. "I thought about it all day and I've decided against it."
"You must have something else going for you, then," said the senator. "I know that limp husband of yours can't keep you satisfied, not a hot bitch like you."
"Let's not get personal," I said vaguely. Her skin felt so good to me, like slick velvet, and when my fingers reached the top of her buns they moved into the tight cleft to squeeze her solid, resilient flesh. "In any case, the answer is no. Goodbye, Briggsy." I put the phone down and rolled over to lie right next to Thelma. She placed her arms about me and drew me in, ever-closer so she could kiss me with her full lips. Our bodies met front-on, pressing in softly so that our tits squashed into each other and our bellies met. I kept caressing the full curves of her ass and she kept on kissing me passionately, and I felt happier every minute I spent with her.
The job involved looking beautiful, going to spas to keep my fieure in trim, shopping for fine clothes, and being at Briggsy's beck-and-call. For this I was paid twenty-thousand dollars annually. I moved into a small apartment in Georgetown and every morning I drove to work in a small sporty car, went into the office set aside for me, and did my nails until it was time to go to the health spa or the hairdresser. After lunch my day actually began. That's when Briggsy, and the other senators who had had a few too many martinis for lunch, were horny as billy goats. The many months I spent working in the nation capital went by smoothly and routinely. Now and then Briggsy would ask me to do a special job for a visiting dignitary with kinky tastes, but usually he would loan me out only to his best friends.
Actually the first time he did that I was shocked! I had accepted the job knowing that I would be his courtesan, so to speak, but his personal courtesan, not a pussy-on-legs! Until then I had been very happy. Even though the senator never quite equaled his performance of that first night, he took care of all my needs and then some. When he walked into my office with that bleary look in his eyes and liquor on his breath I knew I was in for it, and he would tell me what he wanted and for how long-because he was a busy man.
But then he came in one day with another man, about his age, not a bad-looking guy, and obviously as horny as Briggsy. "Donna, I want you to meet a very important fella," he said importantly. "This is the secretary treasurer of one of the biggest unions in the country. His name is George and I was telling him about you over lunch. Well, George here became very curious and he said he'd sure like to meet you in person."
"Hi, George," I said, shaking his hand.
"Hi, Donna." George looked at the senator and Briggs nodded, made an excuse and left us alone in the office. I noticed that he locked the door from the outside, something he only did when the audit department boys were snooping around. The door unlocked from the inside, too, so it wasn't that I was trapped. I just wondered why he wanted me to have so much privacy. "Well now, my girl." said George, taking off his jacket, "I guess you'll want to get to work." He grinned as though he had said something witty. My office contained a desk, typewriter, and papers just to make it look official, but the salient piece of furniture was the big day-bed. George went right over to it and pulled it out, smoothed the blankets and lay down on top of it. I turned the switch to my typewriter on, inserted a sheet of paper, and made a pretense of typing. "Hey, I don't mean that sort of work, girl. Come on over here and give your new pal a nice time!"
"But...." I looked at him and suddenly the pieces fell into place. The senator wanted me to fuck this guy! Well, why not? Twenty-thousand a year had to be worth an extra effort on my part. "Yes, sure." I went over to him and sat on the edge of the bed. "First I have to know what you like best, though."
"What do you mean?" He was a country boy, naive in spite of his fifty years, and when I suggested that there were other things to do than fuck in the missionary position he almost looked offended.
"You have to tell me what you think about when you make love," I said. "You know, when your erection isn't so hard anymore and you have to think of something to put the lead back into it." He paused for quite awhile before answering that one. "Come on, George, you don't have to be shy with me. I've done everything. I'm a city girl and I get paid to be good. Anything you want, just say it and I'll love it."
"A city girl, huh?" He grinned knowingly. "Well I'll tell you what, let's take off our clothes and I'll show you exactly what I have in mind." He was powerfully-built and his fingers were long and strong, just the kind I liked to have fingering my pussy. But that's not what he had in mind. When we were both naked he lay flat on his back and his half-hard cock lay back along his belly up to nearly his navel. "Go on, now, sit on it," he said hoarsely. "And spread your pussy lips a little so it fits in the groove nice and snug."
"Is that your favorite fantasy?" I asked as I settled down on top of him.
"Yes, in a way." He made some adjustments so that his thick cock pressed right into my valley and chafed along the clitoris with even the slightest move either of us made. "And I don't want you bothering me with your orgasm and your pleasure. I want mine this time, and that's all. Goddamn women harass their men too much. They expect them to be goddamn studs even when they get past their prime. That's the trouble with the goddamn world." His remarks weren't directed at me so much as at his wife back home, and so I didn't say anything. Then he addressed me again, "And don't start pulling face and making noise, I don't go for that shit. I just want you to get me off."
"Okay, that's fine with me. After all, that's what my job is all about," I said, and from that point on we both understood each other. I moved my cunt along his hard shaft, enjoying myself far more than I let on, and thinking I'd been let off easy. What I didn't know was how often this scene would be repeated. I was astride the prototype of customers, the man who was buckling under his sexual responsibilities and sought relief with a woman to whom he owed nothing. Had I seen it then, I might have quit a lot earlier than I did, but right then I could only think of what the senator would think if I disappointed his friend.
I rode him with nice, easy strokes. As my cunt got wetter the motion became smoother. George kept his eyes closed and his hands to himself, dreaming his own dreams, further away from his wife than from anyone. The slipperiness of my pussy turned to sloppiness as my juices seeped out in thick droplets, and I became eager for more than just a hard ridge of flesh. I wanted him to put it in me and I tried to think of some way to provoke him without angering him. Perhaps I could sneak it by him? My cunt valley was so wet that he probably wouldn't notice. I touched his cock and watched him closely for a reaction. Nothing. George was miles away. Quickly I lifted up on my haunches and pointed his knob at my cunt hole. It sank in easily, and I adjusted my position so that he wouldn't have my weight bearing down on the base of his cock. Assssshhh, that was better. Now to get him off.
He was breathing heavily and his hands were clenching and unclenching, his completion went from pink to purple, and suddenly he pushed me off and said, "Now lie on the floor, you slut, lie down and look up at me. By God, I might just smash your face in. Lie down! Open your mouth! That's the way. Look at you, you piece of filth! No wonder this country is going to the dogs. Equal distribution of wealth and beauty for this generation, that's the only way to solve our problems. You bitch! Keeping yourself for rich bastards like Briggs and his cronies. Well, take this on behalf of the working class!" He pumped at his dick, kneeling on the edge of the bed, and he kept it up until the sperm blurted out and dropped all over my face. "Smear it all over yourself!" He ordered, and I obliged him. "Lick your hands clean! For the workers!" I did that, too, but not because of the workers. I wanted to see how far he would go, and so I not only licked my fingers clean but I also looked terrified.
"Please sir, let me lick you clean, too," I begged. "I'm sorry for everything, I really am, let me lick you clean so you'll forgive me" His chest swelled up and a proud smile decorated his features. He lay back down and allowed me to come up on the bed so I could tongue his cock and balls till they gleamed And while I did that, I made all sorts of little obeisances for his sake, groveling for another erection. Briggs wouldn't be in for the rest of the day and sit ting in the office all by myself made me so lecherous. I had to make the best of this man while I had him.
Sure enough, my histrionics got him hard again. I asked him to humiliate me, to vindicate the lot of the workers by taking it out on my ass, and that's what he did. He fucked my asshole until it hurt, and then he stayed a little longer while I cleaned him again. The cupidity of men was bottomless, I decided. I could get anything I wanted from them just by acting up to them. See how neatly I had converted a mere jerk-off into a masterful lover!
And all those friends of Briggs who came in for hand jobs and blow jobs, who wanted merely to suck my toes or play sticky fingers, even the guy who wanted to fuck me with his big toe, I learned to convert all of them into lovers of one quality or another. Only the young men had spirit enough to tackle me on an equal level. They hadn't yet learned that a woman's sexual appetite far exceeds that of a battalion of men; they were the Samsons and the Don Quixotes and I loved them for it. But the older, wiser men didn't even want to cross swords with me. And while I understood their point, I didn't think it was superior to my own. So they tried to get off easy and I tried to get off hard without making them aware of it.
If nothing else, that broke the monotony. I saved as much money as I could but I had no plans to make. Going back to school or finding a real job were out of the question. I just didn't have the energy or the interest to contemplate those courses of action. So I lay about my apartment in the evening waiting for a call from the senator or I escorted him to important functions, and in the day I took care of my body and appearance, and read fat gothics.
I could have gone on that way for quite a few years if the senator had been more attentive to me. But the more of his friends he sent over to my office the less he showed himself. Without him my life lacked a stable center. I didn't have a boyfriend, so to speak. The men who came were fleeting figures, and even the repeaters didn't make much of an impression on me. It was Briggsy, my Briggsy, that I wanted. Each time we were alone together I hinted to him that it might be nice of him to divorce his wife and take me into his household, at least as a live-in concubine or. something. But Briggs would say that his son Harry was due home from school, or that his old parents were about to visit, always one excuse or another, and in the end I gave up talking about it. I still thought about it, though. Why wouldn't he let me into his life? Because I had fucked all his friends, and if he married me they'd all snigger behind his back, that was why.
I knew it but I couldn't accept it, not totally. If that was the case he would keep me only as long as I was young and attractive, and then-out! That's why I saved my money. Still, it was a dim prospect. On the weekends, when the Briggs family was out of town along with all the other bigwigs, I would wander among the tourists and think 'about the time when I would no longer have my Washington connection. I had a few good years left in me, and even if Briggs dumped me there were other politicians and civil servants who'd be happy to make an arrangement for me. After the cream had been dissipated, however, there was nothing left for me to do but start up a little business or get a job, and that was a revolting idea. Worse still, none of the eligible bachelors in Washington would take me seriously. Once a professional, always a professional. And they didn't want their friends laughing behind their backs either.
It was all very depressing. On my last day in the capital I was taking my usual constitutional around the town, unaware that soon my political, career would be over. I was very gloomy for all of the above reasons, and I was thinking seriously of going to New York and setting myself up as a call girl. I had enough money for a book, all I had to find was a girl willing to sell. If only Briggsy would appreciate me more, I thought despairingly. The Lincoln Memorial towered over me and Abe looked into my face as though he knew what I did for a living. A political floozy, that's what I was.
"Donna! Donna, is that really you!" A man came out of a crowd of tourists, struggling to get through, and at first I didn't know who it was. But then I recognized him.
Ted! What on earth are you doing here?"
"Oh, just visiting." He was out of breath but he straightened his tie and tried to look calm. "What a coincidence meeting you here! Where have you been all this time? You know your parents are worried sick about you. They want you to come home, Donna, they want you to know that all is forgiven. They've even forgiven me. Isn't that nice of them."
"Yes it is, Ted, but I have a good job here. I'm a secretary to a senator, and I can't just throw that away."
"Listen, I'm flying home tonight, my vacation is over, and I'd really like to take you back with me. What do you say, Donna, they'd be so happy to see you again. And I'd be happy to have you back, too." He blushed and that touched me deep down.
"Would you, Ted? I thought you'd have such a low opinion of me after what we went through."
"No, no, that was my fault, not yours. No, I'm the one who should apologize to you for seducing you in the first place. I had no right to do that, not without honorable intentions anyway."
"What do you mean?" I could hardly believe that he thought he had seduced me. That was like saying he had seduced a rabid nymphomaniac! But Ted was very serious and I realized that in his mind the whole episode had evolved into high romance.
"Well, if we had been engaged it might have been excusable. As it is, it's inexcusable."
"And if I travel back with you, what's to stop you from seducing me again?" I asked, teasing him.
"That is a problem," he agreed. "Donna, I have to tell you this. Ever since you left our town I've been heartbroken." People milled all around us, pushing and shoving to photograph the attractions, and then to move on to the next one. I stood near Ted and hung onto his coat sleeve so we wouldn't be separated, and listened to him in growing astonishment.
"There never was another girl for me. I dated your cousin only so I could be closer to you. I love you, Donna, and it's my life's ambition to marry you."
I was stunned. But in the back of my mind the calculations whirred faster than light. The print-out read: Ted, chartered accountant with a degree in law, expert on income tax and business mergers, materialistic and pragmatic. And he wasn't unattractive. Yes, what the hell, it was a good way out of the mess I was in. And I remembered also that night at Jim's place when I had wished for nothing more than to have a man like Ted, a good old boy to look after the nastier aspects of life while I took it nice and easy. "Then strive no more," I heard myself say. "I'd be happy to become your wife." It was worth my life to see his face when I said that.
On the same day we arranged to have my stuff moved, but not before I sifted though all of my possessions to get rid of incriminating evidence like inscribed bracelets and photos and steaming little notes. We were married a week later and on our honeymoon Ted made solid, respectable love to me.
"Come on, darling," I whispered, "we have to get up and straighten this place out before my husband gets home. I don't want to leave your arms but there's tomorrow, and the day after...."
"All the ones after that," said Thelma. She kissed me briefly and got off the bed to put her clothes on. But she took her time so I could admire her body a little longer, and as she dressed I sprawled out over the bed for her delectation. Even though we had made love passionately for hours, I could hardly wait for the next day when we would start all over again. I had it all planned: as soon as Ted left the house I would help Thelma with the washing up, and there in the kitchen we would bring each other to climax. And in the afternoon we would make it while soap operas played on the television, lying on the living room carpet with drinks by our side, whiling away the day in sheer ecstasy.
The bedroom was restored to normal, the vibrator and the hand shower were returned to their proper places, and I helped Thelma finish her household chores. When Ted drove into the garage the house was neat and clean, the food was in the oven, and there was a happy housewife waiting for him in the ' kitchen. Thelma was setting the table, the children came off the school bus, and the TV gave out the news. And somewhere in town, in a hotel room, Senator Briggs was sticking his cock into a local whore.
"That was a wonderful dinner, dear," said Ted, folding his hands over his stomach contentedly. "You must have put a little extra into the making, I think."
"You can thank Thelma for that," I said, and the black woman and I exchanged the most private of winks. "Tomorrow" our winks said, "and the day after...."
